She continued tofume about her predicament for several minutes... and then something caughther eye; a gleam at the stream's bank, just under the water... line.Curious, Ann crept down and saw that it was an amulet about the size ofher palm, upon which was a faded engraving in the shape of an angel. Shepicked it up, turning it in the light, feeling its weight and staring atthe odd design. As she did so, queer thoughts came into her mind thatweren't her own.She saw far off places and people in a rush. Why did she have to do it?"This is your last chance to kick the crap out of me, Jim. I have it coming, but I won't allow it after today. I have to start my new life tomorrow. You'll feel better if you give me a black eye or something. I think I'd feel better, too. No woman should ever do such a horrible thing to a loyal, loving husband, as I did to you." Goddamn it, Margie," I growled. "I'm mad as hell, so you'd better not even suggest it. I feel like beating the shit out of you right now!". It was subtle at first. While in the throes of passion, he would call me his "sexy little girl".To me, I didn't equate that to being a child.To him, he would get excited when he called me that. That got me excited.Soon he was dropping it into conversation."How's my little girl?" Hey little girl! You look so damn sexy!" You are my gorgeous sexy little girl and I love you so much!"I came to like being called that. It was yet another pet name, a term of endearment that we had made our own. I liked. ..” said Olivia. “I mean, Kelly’s a really nice girl. I don't have anything against her.”“Surely she’s done something sometime that pissed you off.”“No, she’s a total sweetheart... wait, she did once flirt with this guy I had my eye on at a party. I wasn’t too happy about that.”“Well then.” Olivia took the spanker from Jessica and weighed it in her hand.“Wait, wait,” said Marie. “She needs to look the part.”“Oh, good idea,” agreed Jessica. Marie took Olivia into the back and when they returned,.