He tried to think what one was supposed to do when someone had a nervous breakdown, but nothing came to mind. He moved over to the bed and put an arm ...around her.Outside, Ted was getting more worried about his mother with every minute that passed. His father had gone into the house and had never come back out. After working up his nerve, he entered the house to find out what was happening. After checking the kitchen and the living room, he heard crying noises coming from his parent’s bedroom.. But I can't! I just can't..." At that she threw herself face down on a lounge chair and pretended to cry her eyes out.When she apparently regained control she said, "I said I can't tell you that these two are the very worst. And remember, I work at the Home Ministry, the largest collection of liars assembled in one place on the face of the earth! But even we have some limits. And these two are far beyond even those limits. But what's coming is even worse."She shook her head and said, "It really. " Well, the party where the Jensens were? The host was Ted Foster. He's some sort of cousin, third cousin twice removed or second cousin thrice removed, something like that, of my husband's. We aren't close enough to go to the party. They'd have to hold it in the gym. You know." The last was directed at Steve. There were larger Anderson clans in town, but his relatives weren't all going to fit into one house either."But," she continued, "we're close enough to hear the gossip. Ted's son, Bobby,. . crack! Youch. The cropping resumed. I moved my hands wider, still holding myself open and exposed. Crack! Ow. That hit my hand a little. I snatched it away. Crack! Before I could even get my hand back."Wider, cunt," David snarled. And my hands resumed pulling my cheeks wide apart. Swish, crack! Right on my pussy! I yelped, bounced forward, pulled my hands away."Back." I moved back into position. Crack! Another swat, right on my hole. "You are useless," and suddenly two fast, hard cracks.