I think that cane could do with an outing don't you?? I've had it standing in water...making sure its flexible. Wrap it right round your lovely, naugh...y bottom” He ran his hand over her buttocks, slowly and sensuously. Thrilling at the heat of the new welts under his palm. She shivered. She wasn't sure she wanted the cane again. Not so soon after the belt anyway. Her bottom would be so tender now. The cane hurt. There was no denying it was thrilling. There was nothing like the adrenalin. It had been a long week forthis girl.As it turned out, she was pretty busy as well so the topic never came up.After we rang off, I spent the rest of the day doing mundane tasks:laundry, cleaning, changing the sheets etc. After a light dinner, I puton a nightgown, clicked on the TV and watched a movie until I driftedoff. I think I fell asleep at 8:30 that night. Monday morning I awoke with energy. I had a busy day ahead culminatingwith my first few hours at my new job. I dressed for the day. The kid was just twelve for Christ’s sake, barely a year older than his youngest daughter. ‘I’m so sorry honey…there wasn’t anything we could do.’ he said softly, trying not to choke up. Lena just nodded and looked away, unable to speak. She’d known from the moment she saw the truck that they were all going to die, but finding herself alive like this had given her the slightest flicker of hope, perhaps, if they saved me, they saved them too, she thought. Perhaps this was all just a horrific. After a minute of silence, he repeated, “This is John. Who is this?” John knew that it was one of his friends because he did not give out his phone number to just anyone. “Answer me or I am going to hang up.” He pulled the phone away from his ear to look at the number, but it was marked private.As he was ready to hang up, he heard a soft voice, almost a whisper say, “John, this is Jazzy,”“Jazzy?” he asked in a questionable tone of voice, racking his brain to put a face to the name.Jazzy.