No wonder Dana came looking for me.Kate turned and asked sweetly, “All better?” Crap, I thought. Dana told her.“Ummm,” I responded, noncommit...tally.“Well, a boy’s gotta do what a boy’s gotta do,” she said. “Especially when you have the two of us around.”How true, I thought. “How long was I out?” I asked.“An hour or so,” Dana responded.An hour or so? Christ. “Sorry,” I apologized.‘No worries,” Kate said. “We found things to do…” She glanced slyly over at Dana. My spidey sense immediately. She grabs Mr. Ries’s pants leg with one hand and the front leg of the chair with the other and squeezes tight. At first Mr. Ries’s hand stung her bottom, but now it’s beyond that. Her bottom burns hot and she can feel the heat from her bottom moving through her hips to her front side.She had vowed not to let it happen again, but she can feel herself getting hot between her legs. Mr. Ries seems to know it as well for he stops spanking her and moves his hand between her legs. He can feel her. He lives in a rather nice condo, ground floor, with a view of SanduskyBay. Once there he makes the perfunctory offer, "I can take you backto your place whenever you want."My obvious response is, "I don't want you driving all that way and thenback again, it's much too late and all that sun and what we'veconsumed, I can get a room in a motel." I think they're all booked up, I don't mind, really, taking you back,although I do have the guest bedroom if you think it better. You arewelcome to use. My own mom was seldom home when I was little, and I never knew her to be particularly astute. These girls were quick on the uptake.“Sorry, Sir,” Becky said as she brought me to the chicken wire fence attached to the barn. Inside was a chicken coop with about a dozen hens and a single rooster. “You see how all the girls have a single Rooster? That Rooster is your Dad. You don’t see any little roosters around there, do ya, Sir?” She smiled as she bent at the waist and picked up a bag of seed.I.