"Have a good day at school, Ryan, see you this evening," said Gina to her son in mother mode rather than lover mode."You have a good day at work and y...es, see you this evening," replied Ryan, although the kiss that they then exchanged was certainly from lover to lover and not from mother to son.It was almost certain that the cane would be used later that day and Ryan, like Gina, wanted to maximise the erotica of the situation to the limit. Ryan had actually been thinking all week how he could. She could have been Spanish, Italian, or Greek, there was no way of knowing. I could see how men would be attracted to her, had it not been for her cologne. It was musky, like Opium, but with an acrid undertone that smelled for all the world like someone had been lighting matches. When combined with the disgusting smell of Mr. Blackwell’s cigars which permeated the suite, I became so nauseous that I could barely pay attention to her. Not that it mattered, for Isabella’s tutoring was proving to. Whatever activity unfolds within the confines of the multiverse,one of us shall always be there to observe it. And, as we have watched sincebefore the dawn of time itself, we shall continue our vigilant watch untiltime itself no longer holds a valid meaning.As is also required of all Watchers, I have been pledged eternally to theOath of Noninterference. I have given my word as a Watcher to uphold it. And,for the most part, I have not interfered with what has transpired.But I do chronicle all. Since her last gig with Jordan and Lexi, some of their co-workers (and regulars) got word of Brooke’s other way to get money. So, Brooke quit her job at the bar and began searching for new ways to get money. She texted Mark, saying:“Jordan called me. I got a new gig offered. It’s an anal scene. I just wanted to let you know beforehand. Text me back.”At this time, Brooke was in the masseuse parlor. She asked for a full body massage and promptly paid for it in cash.Brooke had never done anal.