Jeff gave her a few more spanks. Her small panties had pulled up between her asscheeks, leaving them mostly bare. He saw how red they were and figured...that was enough. He dumped her on the floor and stood up, pointing his finger at her. "You behave like a child again and you'll get more of the same," he warned."Bastard," she half sobbed. He turned and left. The door slammed shut behind him.Paige glared furiously at the closed door, checking to make sure it was locked this time. How could she be. I was busy talking to Debbie as she got ready for her shower and left the money on the table. I turned around and headed home. I pulled up and parked out front. I ran inside and up the stairs. I was walking to my bedroom when I thought I heard Debbie, she must have finished her shower early. Looking in the room is when I got the shock. There was my son peeking through the bathroom door, watching his mother in the shower. What surprised me was I wasn't mad. What I was, was excited and turned on.. ' Apparently, Mexican society did not discriminate ethnically as much as the United States does.Her parents seemed to be undocumented second-generation U.S. residents. She had been born in the Flagstaff General Hospital, and had attended high school in Sedona, Arizona. She was currently enrolled in Stanford, on a scholarship that paid her tuition and books. Ms Orgoñez was looking for additional funding for room and board expenses, and the stipend we offered. She had taken out a loan for these. "Okay ... One thing I did learn. It wasn't his old number the cell company assigned to your Blackberry. They don't recycle the numbers that quickly."That means, either you garbled the number or he gave you a phony one."I'm nearly certain it was the latter.There was a long moment of silence. "Rachel -- do you want me to stay on the phone for a while?"I'm all right now, Noah."Then, I'll see you tomorrow night? Five-thirty?"Yeah. What should I wear?"Comfortable and casual is fine."I might have to.