“Tell us how ashamed you are, cunt!”“I’m ashamed!” she sobbed, her blonde hair hanging past her shoulders. Tears of pain flowed from her eye.... “I’m ashamed I did that!”The switch lashed out, cutting across her creamy, tight, beautiful ass cheeks. The shriek that came out of her was loud enough to rattle the windows, if there had been any.“What are you ashamed of, you fucking cunt?” Tommy demanded.Gulping and sobbing, Peggy tried to answer. “I’m ashamed I peed in my panties! Oh, God, now don’t. His gut felt like his ulcers had developed ulcers. His fight to isolate himself from Susan for the last five weeks had created a scab of sorts over his pain. Now he felt that scab being slowly and very painful ripped off, leaving the open, putrefying sore.He knew Susan had a brilliant legal mind and courtroom skills to make her a legend... before he had derailed her career. Living with her had taught him that the legal system delivered many things, but rarely justice. He understood she could. Stockings seemed to get laddered and snagged quite easily during their canoodling sessions.They allowed Mick to select their cosmetics because as ‘Michele’, he was the expert when it came to selecting and applying makeup. They stopped at the costume jewellery counter and bought accessories.It helped that being Monday; Debenhams wasn’t particularly crowded so they breezed through, selecting their purchases and paying for them at the counters.The four were very excited as they walked back to. I spoke up again and said, "Hopefully by tomorrow or the next day we will have a proper assignment sheet made out. Sheila Barker will be in charge of that. I think that we will rotate everyone through M16 Rifle, M9 Pistol and MCP training. Anyone who wants to fly as a spotter in the T-34 when we get back to our searches will be rotated through that as well. Sheila was also our main cook and I even found out had been doing my laundry for me. Don't expect her to do that for everyone. In fact, I.