" Can we trade?" she asked stepping out of the elevator.She knew the answer to that question so I did not bother replying. It was not a long drive to ...er apartment. I put the guitar case next to the door and looked around."This has to cost you a pretty penny," I said."I get paid well," she said pulling out a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator."I'm not old enough to drink," I told her."You're here with me," she said pouring a glass. "Isn't that against the rules of love? Why worry over a. ”“On, umm, what was that?” asked Ann now rather curious.“She set me a target. Every match we lost she would cane me and the number of strokes of the cane depended on the result; she deducted our score from theirs to get the total due.”Ann was taken aback but also aroused at this confirmation that Laura had indeed received corporal punishment but it was Laura’s next statement that made her almost gasp with pleasure.“…I was, of course, familiar with corporal punishment having been caned when. He liked sexy underwear on a woman."You look bored, Deana, like maybe you need to go for a walk," he persisted. Something told him that little Deana was available in spite of advice to the contrary."I'm on duty, Cliff," Deana hissed."Aw, let the fat, old bag handle it. I've noticed she doesn't mind letting you do all the work."Deana took a deep drag on her cigarette and snuffed it out in the ash tray. Through the haze of smoke curling from her lips, she gazed at the in-tern. She'd never paid. There was also some training of our people needed. Killing wild hogs isn't as easy as killing hogs you'd raised in a pen and that expected you to manage them. Since hogs are experts at crawling over, under, around, and through the pen had to be stout and leave damned few ways out.Our first job was to build a good fence across the opening of the first pasture/canyon to keep all the hogs locked in. I was sure we were going to cause them a lot of agitation while we were working on our preparatory.