“You definitely have found your calling.”“But I can’t forget all my regulars,” she said.“But will you ever give up working the streets now...” I asked her.She shook her head. “No waaaaay!” This was just TOO MUCH FUN!!!“Are you ready to go?” I asked her.“Uh huh,” she nodded impishly.“Do you have your purse?”“Uh huh.”“And your jeans and sweater in case you need it?”“Don’t let her have them!” Sabrina called out.“I won’t,” I said as Jo handed me her little suitcase. “You’re not getting this back. "Leave plenty of time for the ink to dry."She did as she was told, stopping on her way to lunch to mail the letter in the lobby. Wednesday, he dictated a large number of letters in the afternoon. She brought most of them to him for signing a half hour before quitting time. "Did you finish them all?" he asked when she knocked on the door of his private office."No sir. But I thought you would like to sign these now. I'll have the rest ready for you in the morning."After finishing the letters. ..taking Clovie's pants down and his undies and whipping his bottom, 50-300 strokes, depending on my energy level...and if you can believe it, I'd blow him afterwards, or we'd screw...then came his belt, and after that we experimented with delicious bamboo canes and imported Lochgelly Tawses from Scotland.?Eventually I began assigning him some of the housework, as part of the "game", and then most of it. Charles was Clovis's son from another marriage, and he was older, and away at school at the. .." So..." I smiled."So I'm free if you're free to do ... whatever," she looked down at the table again, embarrassed by her forthrightness, vague as it was."Good, I look forward to lots of ... whatever. But perhaps we should do something special?" I'm in favor of special," she punctuated that with a kiss. "What did you have in mind?" I have no idea," I said, my mind spinning. "We could go somewhere quiet for a long weekend perhaps?" You have good ideas. I expect to be pleasantly surprised when.