He walked passed me and grabbed a piece of green paper off of the table and handed it to me. "See, here is the reciept showing that I also have the c...abin for the same two weeks." We will have to go to the office and get this straighted out ASAP." I stated, as I walked out the door.**************************************************************It was dusk before we got back to the cabin. Four hours in the office, and all we got from the ranger was "We have double booked the cabin and have no. "Hey Claire, I'm so sorry that I'm late", she said as she walked in, "Forgive me?" "Depends, what’s your reason for being late, huh?” I said in a sort of bitchy tone. “I got stuck in the schools parking lot, some bozo crashed a car near mine and the wreck blocked me in” she explained with some frustration in her voice. “If I find out that’s not true you’re dead” I joked with her. “Oh do you have the notes to Mrs.Brownings class from yesterday?” she asked me. “Yea I do, you’re such a loser. ?Thwack!? A clothespin jerks, snaps off the puffy fold of her quivering right labia, glances off the floor under the rack. ?Aaaaaggggggghhhh!? Her body bucks as she screams in the stifling gag, a bruised indentation in her tender flesh left as a remnant of the pin. Her clit pulses, compressed in its own clothespin, swollen, marred by the greasy hose. ?Thwack!? ?Agghhhh!? ?Thwack! ?Agghh!? Thwack!? ?Agghhhh!!? More backhand, forehand flicks, the other labia clamp finally. After staying like that for 30 seconds or so, she pulled her pants back up, refastened them, and resumed her seat on my sofa."What the hell do you think you were doing just now?" I asked this question in a somewhat agitated voice. Visions of my being arrested and charged with all manner of lewd and lascivious felonies floated inside my shocked and benumbed brain."I don't need your charity, asshole, I can pay for my own beer." Her words seemed to imply that she believed that she had somehow.