I heard him chuckle. "Merry Christmas is right. At least for your neighbor." How's that?" I asked, suddenly interested."The insurance creeps were just... stalling. They don't have a leg to stand on. The only change to the policy was upon their advice after an annual policy review by their own agent. A little legal pressure was all it took. It's not a lot, less than three hundred grand, but she'll be getting her check next week." Steve, you're the man. I take back all those nasty things I said. When the second stroke landed Ella gasped with the pain again, and even as her bottom stung, she focused on Mrs L’s upside-down legs waiting for her calf muscles to tense again which would tell her that the cane was on its way down again towards her bottom. They did, and moments later Ella again gasped as the cane bit into her bottom.Mrs L saw the three parallel red welts on Ella’s bottom, the first halfway down her bottom cheeks and then the next two one under the other, and planted the fourth. I remember some of the more notable owners of the talisman though." At one time it was owned, briefly, by the Marquis de Sade, but he was too unstable to control it. He just regularly buggered himself with it before going insane. The Countess Bathory owned it a while, she used to masturbate with it while she bathed in the blood of young virgins, then she went insane too. It was used for about a century in ceremonial human sacrifices by the Aztecs. Needless to say it's been owned by several. Itwasn't that it looked bad. It actually looked very nice. But it alsolooked like, well...a girl's hair-style.Terri giggled. "Don't look so shocked, Bobby. You'd think I did acomplete makeover or something. All I did was fluff out your hair a bitand give it a little style. Now hurry up and finish getting dressedbefore Cori eats both her dinner and yours." Terri winked at me, andthen left, closing the door behind her.I looked in the mirror again and smiled. Someone who looked kind of likeme, but.