I watched as the girl, hell, woman got back in the car and drove off.My little girl, Susan, walked in shouting in the hallway. "MOM I'M HOME. GONNA HA...VE A SHOWER AND GOING TO BED" I sat in the dark a single mother in her early thirties a teachers assistant relying on family support to pay the bills. I was a very attractive woman who enjoyed buying sexy clothes from op shops. Men had treated me badly in the passed so I didn't date. I had become increasingly sexually frustrated. At the girls. Molly Malone's Spanking Agency was in business.Mrs Brewster looked up from the faded glossy magazine she was reading as the door opened and the bell above it rang. She smiled at the tall, elegant, middle-aged woman who entered the small room where she worked part-time as a receptionist for Pinter's Printers, publisher of various dubious titles including the renowned naughty newspaper, Adult Monthly News. "'Ello," she said pleasantly, "Can I be of assistance, dear?"Molly Malone glanced around at. So on Monday we planned on meeting together, I arrived in time to greet our arrivals. Mary arrived first, excited and nervous, followed by Tom, Steve and Bruce. As we all chatted about the group, some of the ground rules and wondering if the others would show up. Not all that unusually that we have confirmations from more then actually show up. After waiting for about 5 or 10 more minutes after the normal cut off time, I asked if everyone is ready? And or if anyone is not feeling. "Dinner," Icorrected, smiling gently.She frowned, trying to decide if she was being teased. "...then you can tell me the story of how you happened to be standing onthe side of the freeway in the rain," I finished, still smiling.Kelly, if that was her name, started to shake her head. The waitress plopped menus in front of us. "Coffee?" she asked me. Inodded and she poured me one. She hardly gave us a glance, I guess weweren't as odd a couple as I thought."Wanna coke?" she asked my companion..