He may have been right, but I couldn’t help it. I was stuck by myself with wet panties and nothing to show for it. ‘I’ll call you later?’ ‘...Sure,’ I grinned, throwing the strap of my book bag over my shoulder. ‘Ugh, this is so unfair,’ he groaned, walking with me to the door after he grabbed his briefcase. ‘Carmen?’ I turned when hearing someone call my name after saying bye to Darrel. I let out a deep breath and lowered my head. ‘What are you doing, Jonathan?’ He looked over his shoulder. I put on my black Nike t-shirt. Grabbed my keysand went down to the street. I got a few bags of food from the nearby store. I wonder when might be agood time to do that again. It was good to be back I told myself. Itried thinking about some new story ideas. Maybe I should wait threemonths. Keep myself focused, make some good progress with work, with mygirlfriend Angela. Some good discipline. Hell, I still had to patchthings up with her. Besides, if I did it again too soon who knows. K was forty-eight-years-old. The thirty-year difference was irrelevant, in her mind, because what was important was that the person who needed to be spanked was spanked by the person who had suffered from whatever they did, and, in this case, that was clearly herself. So, feeling confident that she was doing exactly the right thing both to help Mrs. K prevent a re-occurrence of what she had done, and maybe acting as a reminder for other things she may also have forgotten, she glared at Mrs. K. " I am a bother." Lita, you are not a bother. No way." You are happy I am here?" Yes. You being here makes me happy. If YOU are happy." It is my first time on a boat. I am happy. Excited. And learning things."Lined out in the deep water channel, I checked the wind. It was just right. Time to teach Lita some things."Lita, take the wheel." I have never done that," she squeaked."I know that. Now turn it a little."She turned it slightly left. The nose of the boat eased to port."Now go the other.