Tiffany's fiancé, Vladik Dukov, was the cop responsible for punishing her. It was Tiffany herself who insisted that only Vladik should be the officer... administering her switching. At first Cecilia assumed that Vladik was assigned to punish her to administer less severe strokes, because he was always very courteous and respectful every time Cecilia ever saw them together. It was obvious that Vladik and Tiffany loved each other and were very committed to their relationship.However, during the hour. He realized so much resided in his doing the right things. Their playing around with each other's body certainly did not fall into that category he surmised. Once again, he resolved to be a loving brother and not an abuser. He was almost three years older than she. He knew how to behave even though he was only 12... well, almost 13.They finally fell into a deep slumber lulled by their consoling embrace during which they once again acknowledged their dependence upon each other. In childlike. But it's okay. It all turned out jus' fine."Brenda sat back, her job complete. She had brought the novice to the group's level, an augmentation of the corps. She didn't feel sad at Darlene's corruption—or happy about it, either. She felt neither satisfaction, nor emptiness. What she did miss was the feeling of some emotion at such an important event in the young woman's life. It worried her that such things brought no feelings to her. She refused to speculate about the others. She couldn't even. The campground was pretty full of campers so this was going to be a challenge. We found that there were a lot of people there for the concert, and that the back of the parking lot where our families had parked was quiet and free of people. Just as it was starting to get dark we wandered out towards the parking lot, and waited till it was all clear. I had swiped the keys to my dad's van so we could go in the back where the windows were tinted. We folded the middle seats down for space. I sat on.