” Then I raised my hand and smacked her behind again, much harder than before. Her scream, again, would have been very loud if it hadn’t been seve...ely muffled. I gave her ten hard strokes, taking my time about it and leaving her lots of room to wonder when the next one was going to fall. By the end she was practically leaping into the air, chair and all, with each stroke. And when it was done she was nearly in a state of collapse—her nose was still stuffed up from crying and it couldn’t have. Wewould experiment with the bangs and back lengths and over time the style thatdeveloped was one that proved quite versatile for me.As I walked in the salon Denise greeted me and explained she had an emergencyand needed to leave right away. She told me James, her other stylist, wouldbe able to do the cut and highlights if that was OK with me. As I ponderedthe idea she went on to explain that James was quite liberal and she wouldexplain to him my special needs so he would be able to duplicate. "I think Tony hates them." "Don't worry about it, "I replied, already drowsing again. "You shouldn't worry so much about Tony anyway." Almost two full minutes of silence ensued. I began the half-dreaming state where we carried on our conversation in a double-decker bus on the way to Japan. Abruptly, Lisa bounced off the couch with a suspiciously cheery, "Goodnight! I'll be upstairs, okay?" And she hurried off without another word, before her declaration could even sink in to my sleep- craving. I had to swallow my spit- it was an instinctivereaction. ???? She had held them in front of my face.After displaying the stains and wet spots, delineating the female genitalia andits variety of secretions, discharges and hygienic lapses, she told me to openwide. I turned my head away but she pulled me hard by the hair, grabbing itclose to my scalp. That?s when she pinched my nostrils shut. I saw the flashyrings of her fingers just under my nose and felt the hot silk being forcedbetween my lips.