Vivevo in un piccolo paesino del sud , ultimo figlio di una numerosa famiglia. Mio padre quinto di sei fratelli faceva il contadino. Tutti gli zii era...no persone con il fisico robusto temprato dal duro lavoro dei campi. Il secondo fratello era uno scapolo è raggiunti i 50 anni ne dimostrava qualcuno in più , braccia forti e colori scuri peloso quanto basta.Fin da quando ero ragazzino si divertiva a farmi giocare sulle sue ginocchia , all'epoca interpretavo i suoi giochi come un gesto d'affetto. A long black whip was uncoiled and one of the policemen walked behind the girl. He took off his shirt showing a well muscled body and dark skin. He drew his arm back and the whip snaked forward striking the girl across her shoulders. She shrieked in pain."That lash didn't count since you screamed. Begin again." the big man thundered.The second lash was slightly lower than the first and the girls body convulsed and she thrust her chest out but she did no more than grunt and whimper. Nora and her. Then he instantly imagined all sorts of ways that the big man had paid her back. The first one that came to mind was John Wayne spanking her like a bad little girl… Just like I want to do to you right this moment for thinking about the big man that way… Diana looked up and saw his eyes burning at her with passion, jealousy and anger. She smiled sexily. I know…yes, I’m being a very bad girl… I wonder if you would feel better to know exactly what happened that weekend…every last detail… She would. I decided to speed things along while not overplaying my hand. I simply said, "Why don't we meet at a local bar? Even if we just talk, it can't be any worse than our respective earlier dates." This seemed eminently logical to this female whose name I do remember - Rebecca - and we met at a bar that would be open late night that she suggested.Of course we hit it off. The bar we chose had these awesome old fashioned barrel booths; we were fortunate enough to nab one. Rebecca was just as pretty in.