"After taking a deep breath he continued, "Miss Richardson has just been fired. She has been screening Miss Jennings away from me for weeks. There is ...nothing more important to me than seeing that girl again! Am I clear?"He could hear the receptionist swallowing very hard and then saying that he was being very clear indeed. Then he called Personnel — Human Resources, these days, he thought with a grimace — and told them to send up a new secretary for him immediately. He also informed the. But I suppressed my concern. Nobody'd probably ever know, the pocket was deep enough that the gun wouldn't simply fall out. And if my luck ran really foul and we bumped into Cesar Romero and company, well, the gun wouldn't exactly even the odds but at least it might give them something to think about.There was, however, no problem at all, just as I'd expected. We hit one of the suburban branches of the bank I used—I hadn't wanted to go all the way downtown to the main building, which I normally. My bottom really hurts.”“It's supposed to hurt! That's what spankings are all about! No, like I said before, I'm not going to stop until I'm good and ready to stop. Anymore protests from you and I'm calling your wife.”“Alright” I said totally defeated.She told me to get a towel and lay it on the couch. I did as I was told and then she said, Lay down on the towel on the couch. We don't want anything to stain the couch now do we?”“No, I guess not Aunt Joyce.”Once I'm laying on the couch, She. “Whatever,” I said. I was done playing nice with her. She was probably going to try to get me to crawl into bed with her and cuddle. That was done.I sat back down at my computer and returned to looking at trucks. I was going to need a new car anyway. It might as well be a nice ride.“Are you coming to bed?” she asked.“No.”“Why not?” she pouted.“Because I’m hurt and agitated and on-edge,” I told her. “I made up the guest room downstairs.”“Just come to bed,” she urged me. “I promise, I’ll make it.