...ooh please not so hard...thurEEEEEEeeee" Joan was swatting harder and harder and by the time I got to25 I was crying like a baby. "Ohhh my ...poor baby," said Joan. "Does baby's heinie hurt?Pull down your pink panties and let mamma see." I lowered the silken underwear to my knees. "Uhhhmmm. Looks like some more would do you some good."Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! With Joan's last comment she began a rapid rain of blows on mypoor suffering bare bottom. I was crying like. Williamson drew my attention again.He was talking again, and we had to listen to everything he said. After all, he was a doctor. He was our doctor, and he was here to make our family whole again.“So before we start, I have to know - is there anything that’s troubling you? Any last worries or stresses that you’d like to work on?”I glanced at my Mom, and she looked back at me.“No,” we answered simultaneously, and I knew it was true. I mean, my life wasn’t perfect, but nothing is.“Good,” he said,. “What happened to your back and who did this to you?” Her poor back was crisscrossed with welts—some of them with fresh scabs showing they were deep enough to bleed. She must have been whipped with a heavy whip to cut so deep. “Oh Jake, I didn’t want you to see that. It doesn’t hurt as much now as it when he did it three days ago.In a calm, even cold, voice I said “Who did this to you Karen?” My cold voice frightened her as she dropped her head and whispered “My Mas... , I mean Victor. He was. Binoculars devouring her face as the scope steadily scanned the darkened facade of my home. Her teeth nibbled her bottom lip, delicate frown lines disfiguring her forehead, an almost imperceptible crinkling at the edge of her eyes as brick by brick and pane by pane, she sought her quarry."I watch you watching."I whispered it beneath my breath. An almost hysterical edge to the words, and it was all I could do to stop myself from springing forth and doing star jumps in the darkness to attract her.