You can screw butthead there until your pussy fossilizes," I pointed at the writhing form below me, "or anybody else you want anytime you want from no... on." Clyde! Please, we have to talk. It was only sex—I mean we didn't even do anything. It wasn't nuthin," she wailed. But, I was gone. I was sure I'd interrupted her plans, but she was gonna do it; it was on her mind, and I sure as hell knew it was on his. If it hadn't been so tragic it would have been funny.I drove around for some time. I. I didn’t think I should bother you at home after your wife just had a baby.”“For this news? You could have called me at 2:00am and I would have not been upset! I’m super-happy!”“Becky said that she felt it was best if I were to call you. She said something about proper relationships that I didn’t quite understand. She said you would.”“I do. It’s something she and I discussed when I was there. About how we’d handle our relationship once she found a guy she wanted to be with.”“Steve, whatever you. Likewise, her arms instinctively crossed in front of her.“Who is she?”Of course, Josie didn’t actually ask that out loud. One look at the girl and Josie could tell she was an O’Malley. No, what Josie wanted to know was: who was this girl to Rennie? She just didn’t want to seem like the jealous psycho girlfriend in the process, even though every fiber of her being was screaming at her to be that very thing. It was an odd, intense feeling, one she had never experienced to this degree before. But. “Don’t give up,” she said. “We want you to stay conscious for all 200 strokes.”“Show a little pride. You can take 20 more lashes.”By the 190th stroke, Perry actually didn’t feel the pain any more. Maybe he endured the pain, but it didn’t matter to him anymore. He felt the rough, shocking impact of the knotted leather on his back, his body recoiled from the force of the blow, but the actual pain was gone. He was hit again and again. He could almost imagine the painful red cuts and grooves.