They started off sizing each other up, but then Amy started hitting Georgia indiscriminately, sometimes catching Georgia’s butt, sometimes her hip, ...and, occasionally, across Georgia’s front.For every hit Georgia was getting, Amy was landing five. Finally Frank stepped in and began whipping away at Georgia’s buttocks with the crop as hard as he could. Over and over the quirt landed with a splat on Georgia’s rear, and as hard as she tried to get out of his way, she could only move a foot or two. ''Aw come on baby, just one more round, you know daddy can't get enough of his sweet girl,'' Jack said as he tried to pull her back to bed.''No dad, we don't have time. We have to get cleaned up before mom gets here. I don't know what's going on but mom sounded like something was wrong, so get up so I can throw these sheets in the wash, we wouldn't want her to come home to the smell of another woman's pussy in her bed,'' Lita insisted.''Alright, but I'm going to your room after your mom goes to. She had been really friendly and funny the entire time. Chelsea had moved away from the star-struck kid I’d perceived her to be. She was still excited to be a part of the event but she no longer hung on everybody’s words like they were the last Gospel.“Chelsea was on Brandon’s TV show, ” Liz told me. “That’s where she got her start and … there were rumors.”“Rumors?” I asked.“That she and Brandon had … a one-night fling, ” Liz said softly.“Oh, shit, ” I said. “I didn’t read about that. I mean, I. The crowd exploded into laughter. I even got a rim shot from the drummer. "Show us...show us," The crowd chanted until I lifted the black dress.So I exposed the Juggler’s battered posterior, now a bright mottle of pink, rose, and crimson, and flipped the garment over the woman's head to get it out the way. The Juggler tried to shake the dress off her head, and the distraction again took her attention off her situation.The Kraken quickly reminded her where her mind needed to be, as the crowd.