"Please don't!" the little girl screamed. "Oh please stop it, darling Susan," she pleaded. "This is something I can't stand. Just hit me ... No! Take ...me out on the deck and whip my body. I'll hug your gorgeous whipping post while you strip the skin off my back. Please! But not what you're doing..." The little girl screamed again as Susan's hand hit her hard.While caressing her now-fiery bottom Susan asked, "Caitie, I don't understand. When you were dying, you were enduring pain far greater than. "It was hard, and a lot of the time I made things harder formyself," I told him. True enough. "But I survived. I found Ihad new talents. I kept busy. I still do, lots of ways! Isocialize with friends -- I wish you'd take the time to meet someof them! I do volunteer work. I do adult classes at the Women'sCenter and at the local College, things like social issues,self-improvement, you know. I'm always meeting new people." George nodded. I could see he was recovering his composure, but. A couple inches in, he met resistance."Ouch!" She met his questioning eyes. "My cherry. You have to break it. It'll hurt, but that's fine. I want you."Oh wow, she really was cherry. Blinking he tried to think. It was supposed to be painful for the girl. More so with a bigger guy; and he wasn't exactly small. He'd done a bit of reading, and come across something that said to bite the girls ear. Take her mind off the hymen. He'd give that a shot. It wasn't like he had experience with this sort of. Then I left them there and started looking for mom, and then I found her.She saw me, asked me where I was, to which I replied that I was the on the balcony of the third floor and there was a nice breeze. She said she would also like to go there and asked me to accompany her. I told her to proceed and I will have my dinner by that time. She went towards the lift and I rushed towards my friend and told him that I saw that aunty going towards the lift. He then rushed to the lift and entered the.