However we’ve never really spoken about what our neighbours may or may not be able to see…mainly as I personally don’t want to place any doubts ...in Bev’s head about the stuff we get up to some mornings. Anyway, to cut to the chase…quite often, mainly on weekends, as we finish our tea we’ll cuddle up for a few minutes before we get up…and sometimes Bev’s hand will wander under the duvet to check if I still have a morning boner. This can lead to nothing at all, or sometimes it leads onto a little. At the university café he was by her side, in his usual subdued manner, with his bottom pink from constantly being slapped. While they were talking Jennifer ordered her boyfriend to get her and Kim some fruit punch. The order, as every other command she gave him, was accompanied with two sharp slaps on the bottom as he left, and two more when he came back with the drinks.Kim was surprised to find out where Jennifer was living. She was staying with her exchange-program counselor, the same woman. I was still wearing what I had on last night, which was fine because we had brought a change of clothing with us. And my ankle didn't hurt nearly as much as it did yesterday.With that done, I decided that what I really needed was breakfast and a shower. And some asprin.I rolled off the bed and got to my feet, barely. 'Wow, ' I thought, 'I haven't been this hungover in a long time.' I opened the bedroom door, and the smell of frying bacon hit me. My stomach gurgled a bit, but I managed to. Hambone knocked on Clover’s door. The man who was five-foot-ten, two-hundred-fifteen-pounds and wore a size 38 pants, walked inside. He had worked with Phillip for ages. He and Phil were on opposite ends of the spectrum. Hambone was just pure thug having been in prison nearly 20 of the 55 years of his life. He enjoyed pretending that Clover was his ol’ lady’s third-grader son. Hambone did not have to let the cameras roll, but he wanted this one to be recorded. He had on one of the inexpensive.