You never call in the early evening or on the weekend; you only call after you know they are in bed.””Go to hell." Yes, your buddies at the IRS ca...lled me; they want to talk to you again. Maybe this time you will get the jail time you deserve." Again, go to hell, Frank!" No, you can't come over now. You can't come over this late any day. We've gone over this. The restraining order says that. You come over I call the cops, it's easy." Are you fucking spying on me?" None of your business Frank.. " Leaving any time soon isn't looking too good, daddy." Why not?" he asked."We don't have a dock," Grace and I responded."I know that ... the boat is on the mooring." We have a dinghy."That brought out raised eyebrows ... and that twirly motion that dads make with one hand when they want you to 'get on with it'."It's on the trailer ... we need to launch it."More twirly."We need to start the pickup."Continuous twirly."So we can hook it up to the trailer ... so we can run it down to the Bait. "So, I mean, who asked me? Did anybody think about what I would feel? I go on a straight line with not so many curves from fucking Tokyo to fucking Kyoto and back, and this every fucking day!"Frank evaded a very well placed karate kick from one of the black ninja guys and gave him a powerful hook to the chin that made him fly against the train wall."I mean, its not a problem, if you don´t have a consciousness, in fact, I guess it could be kind of relaxing, but if you have one, pretty soon you. Each cheek received a spank in turn with occasional swats on the ‘sit-spot’ just below the bottom cheeks. I didn’t spank for very long however after the first two or three swats Lisa was kicking her feet and sobbing. When she had had enough I asked her to stand up and walk to the wall without altering her clothing. I instructed her to hold the hem of her nightgown above her bottom and to stand still until her mother told her she could re-dress.Katie did not look quite as confident as she had.