“How are you Emma?” she asked kindly. I returned her smile. “Great actually Auntie Sarah. Sore of course. I won’t be sitting down for a ...while, but now my bottom is warm and even tingly.” “Did you learn your lesson though Emma?” Auntie Sarah asked strictly. That jolted me. “Erm yes. Definitely. I learnt not to be rude to you again.” “And what happens if you are rude again, or naughty in some other way?” she asked just as sternly. “I will have to go across your lap. But the chance that any one besides her would have stayed this late, was very, very slim, to say the least. This was also the only time she had done anything like this. Moreover, sneaking through the office without her slacks on late at night was not that wild and crazy. Not unless she managed to get herself caught. She moved the front of one foot a bit out, then shifted the weight and moved her heel the same way. His hand was where her knickers had been until very recently. She could feel how. . it's just that... well, from the cottage youlooked just like Lucifer - off to get milk and eggs from the farm - shedid that every morning - and... Well, I've never been able to accept itwas her that was killed. Lucy was such an innocent, and the face of thebody they found was unrecognisable. You see, I've always hoped thatsomeday the real Lucy will turn up alive and well."She shrugged her shoulders and added, "I know, it's just the hopelessramblings of an old woman, but she was such a lovely. Now I’m reconsidering if I want to keep that couch or not.”“Cut the crap boy,” growled Mr. Young. “I know you were fucking her.”“Get out of my house,” snapped Frankie. “I won’t have you disrespect the memory of that great lady here, or anywhere.”“And what if I don’t?”A knock came from the front door. Frankie rose and opened the door to see his mom standing there holding a tray. “Mom?”“I thought we could enjoy dinner together,” she said as she walked in. “Oh hello. Mr. Young, right?”“He was just.