He could help cool things off, but we were across town. It wasn't likely that he would be heading up this investigation. In fact I was sure of it. So,...what would I tell the police?Nothing. I couldn't tell them what really happened, they would never believe it and I was tired of proving what I could do. The FBI agents the day before had been bad enough. If I pulled the same stunt with a local cop, then things could turn worse.Still smiling slightly, I nodded. "Thank you Mrs. Larson. I'll speak. The canning took five minutes. The blows were landed precisely and rhythmically in a slow continuous manner At first Beckie barely reacted bar a shaking of her body with the impact of each stroke but gradually her ?humphs? on each blow gave way to grunts and then to cries. The poor girl's backside was layered with neat red tramlines. They looked somehow decorative across the tight white knickers. During this the door was knocked. Miss Morgan said 'come in' and in a totally surreal moment Katie. A plain white cotton gown was draped over the chair by her dressing table. ‘This is where I go to escape …this is my refuge … a place where business matters and cares of the world cannot follow me. Here I surrender to memories of simpler times and places.’ She led me across the room and in to her private bath … also done is crisp white with a wainscoting of beadboard painted a wedgewood blue. Against one wall stood a claw-footed tub and as I approached it I noticed it was a custom made. " I said then I clammed up."You got to have some fun, right?" Hannah continued her interrogation.Okay, it wasn't an interrogation but I felt so awkward that I might as well be tied to a chair while she shined a bright light in my face.She added, "You don't seem to be one of those boring guys who spend all their time playing videogames. What's that one that was in the news? Granny's Tin Auto?" That's Grand Tit Auto," I corrected."What?" she said.Why did she have that look on her face?Oh!"Grand.