It was when I was seventeen that I met Kiefer. He was tall and handsome, well built for swimming. He and I were on a coed swimming team at the local h...igh school and today my swimsuit had the swim teacher eying me with deep disapproval. It was black and backless, with the suit coming together just before my ass. Kiefer watched me swim for a while but then went into the locker room. He’d forgotten his swim wear today, a rare thing for him. I finished swim and after the lecture about what was. No one in sight – an empty apartment. Strangely my clothes are neatly folded on the small table; however, I cannot find my underwear. I get dress without them and leave feeling very odd, slightly embarrassed and self-conscious. I get downstairs to the lobby, nod at the doorman and flag a cab to Penn Station. Sitting there in the cab then train trying to recall everything but I can only recall pieces. I arrive home at around 7AM and my girlfriend calls from London asking me about the exhibit – I. It’s not my fault.” “Too right it is your fault. It’s very much your fault.” Jamie was still a bit shell shocked by the news his friend still got spanked. “What do you want me to do then Summer? Get spanked as well? Would that help?” Summer shot him a searing look and snapped “Yes it would Jamie. It would help me a lot. Knowing we both got the same as we both caused the noise together.” Jamie knew he had got in too deep now. Of course she was right. She always was. And it would be her Mother. Asking if my tee shirt got damaged and where was it. I wonder if she’s picking up what a naughty daughter she’s ended up with. It might not be so easy in Brest.”“No,” Sean pondered developments. “I can’t believe Lara poisoned Tony to get rid of him.”“Well it was laxative. She doesn’t see it as poisoning. She says it was his fault for being stuffy and controlling and there was no point in having the holiday at all if she let him spoil it.”“I don’t know where she gets that wild streak from.”“No,”.