Peter Mitchell realised that this was it and remembered what Joanne had told him about receiving a caning. To always breathe out just as the stroke la...nded. He took a deep breath and exhaled just as Kelli raised the cane in the air behind him.The twenty-three-year-old Correction Officer decided that she would administer the four strokes as quickly as possible and get this session completed. She raised the 12mm cane high above her head and sent it whistling through the air, its journey ended when. ”“Would you mind if I gave you some sexual advice?” Shelly asked. “I know that you’ve been with David for about six weeks, and he’s been your teacher as well as your lover. I think it might be a good idea to learn a few things from another woman.”“Of course!” Diane responded. “I know that I’m about ten or fifteen years behind in the learning curve. I’d love to have some help from a woman.”“Good,” Shelly said as she hugged Diane. “I wouldn’t describe myself as a loose woman, but I’ve had a few. With a deep breath, I cleared my mind and allowed the photograph to take shape in my head. The sharpness of the image made the scene fresh and brilliant. The characters were frozen in time, the vapour from the truck's hydraulics hung in the air as a solid curtain. The cars on the other side of the barrier were caught in their rush. I began to track through the scene, able to move around in three dimensions and see the scene from different angles. What was it that was wrong here? I couldn't. Apparently my blood pressure had dropped, and I lost more than a litre of blood onto the floor, but when they finally got to examining me, could find no source for the bleeding. Worried that it would happen again, they put me back in the ICU with all the monitors and the new IV - apparently called a 'central line'. The line could allow someone to monitor my blood pressure at the same time as giving medications or fluid or whatever, and could stay in place for a long time, instead of needing to.