Mrs. Grahame had left him a pair of fuzzy white bunny slippers as well. They looked silly, with their floppy ears, pink eyes, black nose and whiskers..., not to mention a puff-ball tail on the back. But they felt soft and warm when he placed his feet in them.Natalie opened the door and stepped out into the hallway. He felt very self-conscious. It was bad enough that he was dressed for bed before dinner, and in a strange house yet, but wearing Sarah's gown and underwear was almost too much. He. Sure, Ill be there in fifteen minutes. She was there in ten, wearing a different pair of cut-offs, these even shorter than the last, and a different baby tee, also tighter than yesterdays. This one said, Try Me over her tits. Hi, I said when she pushed her lawn mower to a stop in front of my screen door. So, whats your name? Sissy. Nice to meet you Sissy, Im Charlotte. Hi, she said. Up on my porch like that, I stood about a foot and a half higher than if we were on equal ground, which gave her. ”“Is it hard letting go?”“Of course, but probably less for the father than the mother.”“You say that as if your wife is suffering.”“No, not anymore. She has found another interest.”“A romantic interest?” she asked with a raise of her eyebrows.I saw no need to lie. My dinner companion was, whether she called herself Mrs. Lennon or Ms. Harper, the daughter of the president of Harper Development. She was there to feel me out and determine whether I could be trusted with the delicate matter of. Then it went quiet…Until I heard a whoosh sound and a sharp crack immediately followed by a yelp of pain. WTF? Then a second crack and a cry. I tried to place the sound as I heard the third whoomph, crack, cry combination. It sounded like they were beating something with a stick, until I realised, he must be caning her! The tube she’d got from the car contained a cane. She was bent over the arm chair getting caned on her bare arse.The sound combination made perfect sense now I’d figured out.