You hear the sound of a car door shut in the distance and your stomach's butterflies flutter as you wonder if that's me. 'Why did I set this picnic up... so far way?' you think to yourself. A few minutes pass, you check your phone again.. then you hear footsteps. You turn and see me for the first time as I round the corner. Our eyes instantly meet and lock in place. Smiles cross our faces as we take steps towards each other. We hug and briefly kiss. It feels like I know you, and you me. It is. I could feel an impressively largebulge growing."You like what you're sitting on, Cookie?" he wanted to know. "You likewhat I'm doing to you? How I'm making you feel?"In spite of my attempts at self control, I whimpered, loudly enough foreveryone to hear. I blinked repeatedly before remembering how thatwould make my artificial eyelashes flutter. My lips quivered. I lickedthem. Another mistake. And I still hadn't answered his questions."I... like... what I feel underneath me, Sir," I. It hurt, but then so did the second smack, and the third smack stung even more.Emma ordered, “Stand still you naughty woman,” as she adjusted her position slightly, pulled her arm back, and then landed a hard smack on the back of Heathers’ other leg. That was followed by the second and third even harder smacks.All the time this was going on, Betty heard those around them making comments about how the naughty woman deserved to have her legs smacked. How could she possibly have asked not to be. Several days later, she and her sister began growing suspicious of their father and Aaron as they began spending more and more time together and always leaving to do different things together alone almost every afternoon. Carlys curiosity peaked though almost three weeks after it all began, when the night before, she caught Aaron hiding something in his dresser before relocating to Megans room. Carlys father was not happy that the hospital had postponed the surgery, but was satisfied enough.