I just haven't turned that around yet, not as much as I need to. I... I want you to understand I'm trying," she added."I know," Brad said, turning the...barbeque fire down lower. "I've seen it, and I'm beginning to feel the trust coming back," he added.Ashley nodded. She wet her lips. "Is... there anything you don't know about that time... with Glenna and the Internet and stuff?"Brad shrugged. "I don't know," he said carelessly, "you'll have to tell me someday."Anyway, once I figured out what was. Well, not exactly, Miss. You'll wrestle two at a time. It's like a tag team, only you don't have a teammate and they do. They can bring in the other two for relief as needed. No offense, but I'm not sure the replacement duo will be needed. You don't look very strong."Greta considered a reply but decided to skip it."These are tough little peckerheads," Marx went on. "I've seen 'em wear out big, strong men. You grab one and toss him out of the ring, and the other is biting your calf or punching. "We need to go up to San Francisco one of these days, Jack." Why? What's in San Francisco?" Shrimp." Better than this?" Much. Daddy took me up there last year when he had to go to a medical conference. We walked to the wharf one night and bought a pound of shrimp and a loaf of sourdough bread that was still warm. He got some cocktail sauce, a tub of butter and a 2 liter bottle of Coke to wash it all down."We went out to the end of this pier and sat with our legs hanging over the edge and. She was much more fearful, but was also more repentant. Whatever it was she had done, she wasn’t going to be doing it again. Donovan had no idea how he knew that, but he did. The discipline session continued for quite a while. The male was getting off on his whipping, having way too much fun with the entire process. Was this reward or punishment? What was the point of punishment if he was enjoying it so much? The woman was silent, stoic, hardly flinching or making a sound…and in severe pain..