.." Mess her UP?!?! I wanna have her by my side for the rest of my life," Jason said."He's deranged, too, Alan," Susan said. "In a good way."We finish...d our meal, chatting amiably through dessert, and then headed home. In the truck I asked Tina an obvious question."She says 'no', baby. Says they're holding out until the wedding. His idea as much as hers." She's worth it. So are you."Tina giggled. "I kinda didn't let us wait." I kinda told you that I considered us married the night you crawled. I motioned to the bartender to refill her. "Well, hello," I smirked, extending a hand as we waited for her drink. "Martin. My friends call me Marty." Her mouth quirked again, as if she held a secret joke inside that she couldn't share. She took my hand in that soft way that women have, her palm kind of facing down over mine. "Cindy," she said with a narrowed eye. "My friends call me Cindy." I nodded my head at her quip. "Nice to finally meet you, Marty," she said as her drink arrived. I dropped. Sally just loved itall.The next day after lunch, and lots of liquids, all of usheaded into the dunes for a pee party. Even the littleguy was nude and whoever was carrying him could get agolden shower without warning. The girls got a kick outof his little pecker spraying their tits. Theylaughingly told him that they hoped it grew big andstrong while they were young enough to try it out. We sprayed and played until everyone was well drainedand dripping then ran into the ocean to rinse. The blonde's sentence was read aloud: she would be caned - we all would. Twenty strokes against her bare bottom and thighs before being displayed for a full two hours in the square bound in a pillory. Birches soaked in brine stood beside each pillory for any who chose to administer additional punishment. She would endure this at each of the ten major cities over the next two months for a total of two-hundred cane strokes plus whatever the crowd chose to administer after her official.