" She gave him a look of pure anger. "Or would you have me carry such abominations to term?"The blade dancer blinked a few times, then said. "I did no... know." The color had drained from his face. "Forgive me sister." The anger was gone from him."I can forgive you, but you need to apologize to this man, for you placed the blame on him, and he has not touched me in that way." She said, giving him an icy stare. "Yet." She added.Harlen was very uncomfortable now, and fidgeted a bit. The predator. For another thing, they were generally applied to the buttocks rather than the back.After fifteen or so blows Nate moved away from the man and over to the other where he once again began to swing the cat. Then Joan moved behind the first man. She was wearing only a sarong, her magnificent breasts free and exposed, and in her hand was a single tailed whip. This consisted of an eighteen inch wood handle topped by a four foot braided leather lash. The single tail was fashioned of three pieces of. " Sure thing," she replied.As she walked away to put my order in, a group of teenagers walked intothe restaurant. A mix of guys and girls gathered around the 2 guyssetting up. High-fives and fist bumps. Clearly they knew each other.The TVs were tuned to ESPN and CNN. I wasn't interested in any springsports, and CNN just had politics on. Our President said somethingstupid and the other political party was furious. It's almost as if CNNis just playing repeats every day.My beer and shot arrived at. "One of the tackles sniggered. "Why, are they moving the kids' school to 'Cuda?"I looked the prescient young man straight in the eye. "Right on one. See, Greg, your athletes are smarter than the school's science geeks give them credit for."Grins began to spread among the team. "Ah, coach," asked Adam Winslow, the quarterback, "can we discuss the high school's dress code?" Sure, discuss it to your heart's content," Greg assured him. "Just don't expect the conversation to actually result in any.