." Why do you have to die?" yelled a particularly stupid, impatient reporter.I looked up, saying, "Shut her up please, angel."The angel appeared, zoom...ed toward the reporter, picked her up, and with her screaming in terror, carried her away across the fields."What's it going to do with her?"I looked up to say, "Him too please, angel."Another angel appeared, and repeated the process with the male reporter. He repeated his part of the process by screaming. My cover story required me to be unhappy. Carol only pointed out a couple daysago that it really did apply. The problem is that the resolution is socrazy, that mentioning it could get one in the loony bin."Mrs. Winstead, a woman in Ma's Firmlove group, tried to talk to Ma aboutit, and ... well there's a story to tell. The part I overheard betweenMa and Mrs. Winstead could almost be called a catfight."Mr Matsumoto smiled briefly at that. "Reality is vastly more complicatedthan we can hope to understand -- at least if we're not. She had decided the previous night when she had reached an orgiastic plane just on his erotic words. Now it was going to happen and she felt herself moisten. 'How long do I have to stay?' she whispered.The two men glanced at each other. They knew the plan had worked. 'As long as Tom thinks you need, though you will come back, I promise. I may come and see you, darling. Now, go to Tom before he changes his mind.' he kissed her and turned her to face Tom. She put up her hands to lower her sweater. I wriggled my butt and he gave me another two swats. I love my ass paddled, and Chuck knows just how to do it for maximum effect."No, I'm not teasing. You'll get a proper spanking later if you ask me nicely." That was his new thing. Instead of wrestling me to the bed or across his knee, he wanted to make me ask him for it. He just seemed to know that the added humiliation made it all so much better for me. I had never told him that. He just knew. Once again I felt my face getting hot."Fat.