" "Get your mind out of the gutter. Geez. Musicians." Brody sat up and gave an exaggerated roll of his eyes while Ryan kept laughing. "Come on, come o..., sit up." Ryan pushed herself up and yelped when Brody tickled her sides. "Hey! That's not helping!" "Okay, okay." Brody got serious and directed her to the floor and then sat on the floor behind her and began to massage her shoulders. Ryan remained tense for a minute, then gave in. "Thanks. That feels great." "You're welcome." They were quiet. This night started no different than dozens before it, but it certainly ended a little differently.My husband was wearing a tight black V neck t-shirt that shows off his terrific body and tattoos as well as tight black leather pants and engineer boots - he was receiving plenty of female (and a little male) attention. I was wearing over the knee, black leather six inch heels, fishnets, black leather hot shorts that barely covered my ass (truth be told, a little ass was hanging out), and a black. Slowly, this pattern was repeated, until, after a dozen slaps as hard as I could contrive, my hand ached and stung, and her lovely bottom was a bright crimson. I stopped. ‘Off you get’, I said quietly. Mabel stood upright, facing me, her skirts still held waist high, revealing her rounded belly from the little flat whorl of her navel, to the scut of brown fuzzy hair at the parting of her thighs. Did she know what she was revealing? I wondered, but although her eyes were dripping with tears, a. She steered the conversation to Lois and her upcoming full-time employment at the law firm.Lois went along, deciding that it was a good initial topic. If, as seemed certain, Paul was going to have to field a lot of questions, they might as well wait until the entire family was there to hear his answers.Paul did get a chance to ask Edwina if she, too, was a lawyer, but she laughed and said that no, she and Paul were the only non-lawyers in the house, other than her daughter, Amelie, who would be.