I will put two yellow tape tags on your lockers. Wear one of them when you go out to serve. She handed each of us a card. Use this web page to setup a...ny desired contact information by the end of Thursday. Have you been told why?”We assured her we had.The other two servers did the same thing with undergarments as did the one I commented about earlier. The fourth makeup lady motioned to us. All three of us went to our lockers and stripped. Kimi was being made up first. The lady said that Fran and. Nikki readied herself mentally. 30 straight cane strokes. She knew the longer the gap between each stoke the harder it was to bear but remembered Mrs Denver allowed no real gaps. A second or two at most. Mrs Denver pulled her arm back and saw Tracey looking eagerly at her friend’s face to savour the look of pain. The first stroke bit in to Nikki’s bottom, Nikki gasped, pursed her lips to prevent a yelp, and got ready for the next stroke. Mrs Denver waited only a second or so before raising the. Wordlessly, your strong arms encircle me, wrapping me in you. I smell your cologne, yet another way I mark you. I note the dark blue shirt with its white pearl buttons, your open collar, revealing that gold cross, just large enough to look perfect between your collar bones. The dark metal ring on your hand, your steel watch, your thick belt, with its steel buckle, your black pants.All of it, my marking of you, my warning to other kitties that you have a woman who will do anything to keep. Just turn me down already and give me that lecture on how foolish and childish I am. I don't know how I'll take it but I know damn sure that I can't stand—“Her finger on my lips silenced me.“Jackson, I...” she began, her gaze unsteady and insecure.I protested, “Oh, give it to me already. You were the one who said you like talking straight. I'm ready—“Now it was her lips against mine that made me shut up—for good this time. I was bamboozled. Can't find a better word: bamboozled!Her tone was.