A possible form of defense did occur to him, but he had sense enough not to bother Sue while she was actually engaged in a fight.Jack was watching the...progress of the fight when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He swatted the area and struck a large bat that was trying to take out a section of his neck. Jack was so strong that he killed the bat, and it fell at his feet with a mixture of his blood and its blood running from its mouth. Sue completed her fight shortly. Prisoner. She was a prisoner in a hotel room, ten floors off the ground, sentenced to die a slow death by melting.The exertion of yanking at the stubborn window unleashed a lone bead of sweat from the rear of her jaw. A bead that trickled down her neck, collecting with several more, that were forming in the hollow at her throat. Once more, she gave up."Fuck," she muttered under her breath, resting her forehead on the window.The glass was cool by comparison, prompting her to roll her head slowly. I was a bit disappointed but I didn’t let it show. “No problem – it’ll give us time to talk”.I started up the stairs to my room then stopped and looked down at her.“And your not old” I said.She seemed to appreciate my comment because she smiled warmly at me, turned and headed back to the Kitchen.As I quickly unpacked my things I thought about my mother. She certainly wasn’t old. She’d had me when she was 20, a year after marrying dad, so that made her just 39. She had retained her figure,. A male friend of hers from work came over to console her and they unitedto punish the sissy spouse for his dishonesty in hiding his secret life.The scenes included him getting spanked, made to serve as their maid, andbeing generally humiliated. Then it changed to the bedroom, where thenewly enamored couple hit the sheets together. The next page showedthem basking in post-coital bliss while the poor sissy, wearing a floppyround cap with a short brim, sort of 'newsboy' style, had to assume.