. Pete intruded on my thoughts. “You ever smoked weed?” he asked.I hesitated. “Um, yeah. When I was camping with Lara a few weeks ago, we met so...e people and they had some.”“Cool.”For a second, I considered telling him about the three college girls, but I didn’t feel the need to do so with Pete. This wasn’t a band rehearsal brag session, after all.“You?” I returned.“Once. When you were away this summer.”I looked at him, somewhat surprised. “Where was that?”“At some party we were at. I was. I know what my job is. I volunteered to be trained as a long range patrol commando and accept everything that I am ordered to do, but fucking hump over two mountains and through two valleys to gather intelligence is patently ridiculous. Thirty-eight fucking days to get what? I wish I could tell you but then I would have to kill you (just kidding, sweetie, you know I could and would never do anything to hurt you) and they would kill me. As I explained to you before I left for this God forsaken. ” Mrs. Denver nodded to Charlotte and she smiled when she saw Mrs. Denver leave the door slightly ajar so Charlotte would hear every word clearly and could see the two chairs so will have a perfect albeit narrow view of the caning. Charlotte was already excited by the thought of mother and daughter being caned together so to be able to watch increased her feelings of arousal. Mother and daughter stood in front of each chair and waited patiently, not daring to look around and so neither realised. He moved over to them and, using a casual knowledge of the man, engaged them both in conversation. In small, subtle stages, the short bald man was excluded from the conversation, leaving Miles and the woman alone. ‘Hi, I’m Miles by the way. We haven’t been officially introduced, but I’m pleased to meet you.’ He waited for her to introduce herself. ‘I don’t know that I should be speaking with you, for one thing I’m happily married, and this would do my reputation as a monogamist no good at all..