I'm not all that far from sixty, and chances like this don't walk up and sit down next to me every day any more. I wasn't about to waste this one. I... waved at Nikki, the bartender."Another JD?"I nodded, looked at the woman on the stool next to me. "And whatever she's having." Southern Comfort, on the rocks. Thanks." She smiled at me. It was obvious that she'd expected that when she sat down. Nikki smiled, too, but her smile had an edge to it."I'm Lou." Teri. Damn, I wish you could still. In a very uncustomary way she caught a taxi home instead of the bus, and was almost running up the stairs to the small house that she shared with her partner David. She glanced at the clock on her iPhone, she had about 90 minutes before he would be home. Her hands shook slightly as she unlocked the door and quickly got in, kicking it shut with one foot and she pulled off her coat and put it on the peg before she swiftly went up the stairs, into the bedroom and undressed herself. She looked at. "Her statement made me sit up straighter. Cheryl hugged me again."Don't worry, I shut him down," she said with an evil little grin. "He was leaning in close when he made his suggestion and sat back with a smug look on his face, waiting for me to agree. I guess when I poured my drink in his lap he understood how I felt."Cheryl giggled and added, "When he stood up yelling about the drink, I slapped him and came home." The smile left her face and she looked unhappy again."I swear to you Jerrod. Then he slapped me hard, “Bitch you say Sir to me when you speak, he demanded. My eyes opened wide and damn he hit me hard, but before I could say or do anything, he grabbed my hair and pulled my upper body over the desk as he raised my skirt and started slapping my ass cheeks with his open hand, and I began to yell and cry from its sting. It seemed like minutes as he held me by my hair and slapped my bottom, but looking back it was only for maybe a minute as I still continued crying when he.