He slowly pulled a blindfold from his pocket. “Who am I?”“You are my Master.”The world went black as the smooth satin slid into place over my ...yes. My scalp prickled where his knuckles brushed across my hair as he secured it. The scent of him surrounded me, God, why do I dissolve into a puddle when I smell his unique scent? Part good clean soap, fresh air and sunshine, it's intoxicating to me.His hand is at my elbow indicating that I should rise, he walked me towards where I knew it stands and. There was one unsettling bit of news, though: I had only killed the older Upton man. The other man I shot was simply a ranch hand. The younger Upton was now after my head! Well, we would have at least one day of grace while they had the funeral for the older Upton.The crazy thing was that we didn't hear anything for over a week. We had sense enough not to let down our guard, but we certainly wondered what was going on in the mind of the last remaining Upton. We certainly were not on pins and. “Sure. And when I don’t take the bait, she’ll get frustrated and say something stupid. And then I’m in like Flynn.”“So do you have a plan?” Sandy asked.“Well, Angie and I are having dinner at Doctor Blahnik’s tonight, but we should be back before 10:00. Meet me here?”“Absolutely.”“Then you can come back in the morning after Angie and I pray, and then we can fool around for a few hours, if you want.”“Duh!” Sandy laughed. “I LIKE our ‘stress relief’ sessions. But I also like sleeping with. She took the strap back over her right shoulder once more.“Whap!” The thick piece of leather landed across the centre of the teacher’s bottom.“Twelve!” The red-haired woman took a deep breath.“Whap!” The stroke landed in the identical spot to the previous one.“Thirteen!” The ex-Head Girl paused and smiled at Ms. Storey, who held Miss Downey’s wrists as tightly as she could.Joanne Wilson smiled as she returned the tan-coloured leather strap to her right shoulder and brought it down for a final.