This cowboy!“Amanda told me,” he said, looking a little uncomfortable. “I ... um ... don’t listen to the radio much. I’m usually working. I�...��m sure you’re very good. They wouldn’t have asked you to come to the Harvest Festival if you weren’t.”Misty quivered with indignation. This was the last straw. Everything that could go wrong had gone wrong.That impression was disabused almost immediately as a big raindrop splatted onto her cheek. She looked up to see thunderheads above her. Where had those. She become more wild looking at this. She came to my ear and told that she will be moving to my home saying that she is going to rest room, in next few mins you too come there so we can have some quickie…!!She went to my house saying to my Mom as she will use our restroom which is in ground floor (Her house actually in 2nd floor opposite to my house). In next few mins, I told my mom that I am going out with friends and me too moved from that place.Deepa knows well that I will come there in few. The board now read “Day 2: Della 50 Carla 4.” Again Carla’s 4 strokes implanting stripes on her protruding globes were over in a minute. In the meantime Della’s painful bottom was striped at 10 second intervals for another 10 minutes. Finally Friday arrived and the only change was that the board now read Della 50, Carla 32. With 32 strokes Carla was beginning to feel her punishment, and of course the worst was yet to come. But now they both looked forward to a pain-free weekend.The girls. Yes, I think I’ll be home before 9:00. Love you.’ I hung up the phone, relieved that I had a few more hours before I had to face him again. I heard a signal on my computer to alert me to an incoming Instant Message. I looked up at the IM Window on my screen. white_russian: Good evening, sweetheart! I knew you’d be in the office late. What are you doing? I froze. Oh my God. My fingers trembled as I typed my reply. HK74: Sasha, is that you? white_russian: Well, of course it is. I didn’t dare.