“Damn dude, let her get inside before you grope the poor girl,” Betsy laughed. Tonia said, “We were bitching about that sex hound Oscar and why ...he ditched this whole trip for the last five hours.” Janice added, “I found e-mails they shared planning a steamy get together this weekend. The lying, cheating bastard.” “Oscar has a girlfriend?” I asked quizzically. “You told me you ran Oscar away from one of your cousins back in your high school days,” Tonia said crossly. “Well that was thirty-five. ”“Cradle-snatching again then, are we?” Amos ventured with the hint of a chuckle in his voice, which surprised him this morning of all mornings, “Are you calling me this early in the morning to set up a trust fund for her education, Timbo?”“No, she’s already much better educated than I am. Actually, she’s a schoolteacher at the East End Comp,” Tim giggled, still clearly fending off someone at the other end of the line. Amos could hear the delightful sound of a girl’s giggles in the background,. I'm not a religious person, at least not in the sense of organized religion. The hellfire and damnation services I attended in my youth seemed to me to be more the work of a devil who wanted to pit people against each other for his own purposes than the wishes of a loving deity responsible for the creation of each and every one of us. But I understood the basic principles of religion, including the notion of absolution. And that's what Andi provides me. Not absolution, most organized religions. “Yes.” I murmured. The belt slashed through the air and landed on my ass. “Yes what?” he yelled. “Yes Master!” I screamed in shock and pain. Again and again the leather belt landed on my naked ass. The pain from the blows was racing up my spine. I could feel my cheeks starting to burn with each vicious slash across my exposed buttocks. Tears were running down my face. “Maybe this will teach you that there is a line of decency that even a slut like you can not cross.” He said punctuating his.