The band and our roadie (Can’t afford more than one, and we don’t mind setting up our own stage anyway.) had begun the set-up, when a pickup truck... pulled into the lot. I was elbow deep in wires, trying to get the mixing board hooked up, and I didn’t even pay attention to the guys around me, much less the taps of high heels coming across the floor. I continued to plug in all my connections from the snake running overhead until I felt a tap on my shoulder. ‘Yea, bud…what do ya need?’ I said, not. How do they get there?’ she asked. I didn’t answer. ‘They don’t magically jump through the air. They are transmitted through a network of nerve pathways that eventually lead to the brain. And where do you think the network is that leads from your nipples?’ She couldn’t see me slowly shaking my head. ‘I don’t know.’ ‘Along the milk duct and through the center of your breasts. There are nerves in there that can be stimulated. But if you’re not aroused, the signal they carry if you’re squeezed is. Blood from matching stab wounds beneath their ribs flowed into a single pool beneath them. Two Blades hauled a struggling comrade back as she thrashed with a broken spear shaft in her belly. A fierce redhead, her hair in a ponytail, grunted with effort as she crawled determinedly on her hands and knees towards the Arkadian lines, leaving a short trail of blood in her wake. Holger briefly broke ranks, stepped forward, and thrust his spear down. The redhead wheezed as the air was knocked out. She moaned softly. "Is this how your husband used it, or did he use it much harder?" Very much harder," she panted, as I had known she would, but wanted her to invite it. I hit her again, quite a lot harder. She moaned but made no attempt to stop me. I wondered if Jennifer, in her bedroom overhead, could hear, and I hoped she could. I wondered what she would be thinking, expecting me to come up soon to spank her. Could she tell from the sound that this was her dad's paddle, finally back in use.