For them it's a tale of joy. This idea of thesame events having such different meanings depending on where you lookedat them from fascinated me, so I ...ecast the tale from the other person'spov - not entirely successfully - and posted it here as 'The Tenant'.When I finished Zapper's tale, and thought about how relieved MarkThompson would be feeling, believing as he did that he'd saved his wife,I realised how joyous an epilogue written from his pov would look. Ofcourse, we know what really. ’ Then I felt nineteen more like that. They stung a little, but they weren’t too bad. ‘You took those pretty good,’ he said. ‘Now you will receive twenty more with this paddle that has holes in it.’ Then SWAT. This time it really did hurt. I instantly stood up and rubbed my bottom that felt like it was on fire. ‘Bend over again,’ he said. ‘If you stand up again, I have ways of keeping you in position.’ So I bent over the saddle again, and I felt him arranging my dress again so that my bare. And so can Devin.”“I’m cooking breakfast, and I’m in charge, so dock it.”“I think we’d better do what she says,” Devin stage-whispered. He took her hand and led her to the nearest table. Lenna grabbed the table’s edge and brought her feet over the seat bar, and then she pulled her body down to a seated position. Simple hook and loop patches on the soles of her shoes and on the seat of her coveralls stuck fast to the material on the rails, holding her in position. Devin seated himself beside. This was something new to both. I talked about positions that I had done or knew of. The women alternatively showed expressions of shock and interest. We talked about what we wanted to do in Oregon and where we wanted to live. We decided that we should live in the Willamette valley as we could get a 164-acre homestead there. Elizabeth wanted to have a farm while I was interested in raising cattle. We decided to wait until we saw the land before deciding. We fell asleep and slept until quite.