She could not understand how come she was crying as the schoolgirls she caned didn’t usually cry with three or four strokes. Normally it was the fif...th stroke that got the tears rolling. It must be that Chloe was caning her harder than she caned the schoolgirls. That had to be the answer. Mrs Surridge and Chloe stood and listened to the two crying women. They smiled at each other and silently congratulated themselves on a job well done. After a minute of self-congratulation time Mrs Surridge. “You did not die when A’komi slipped the ring on your finger.”I unconsciously shuddered as I recalled her telling me how I could have died when A’komi slipped the ring on my finger and decided to take a short break.Looking out from the mountain where I had settled on a convenient log, I stared at the sea as I considered details of her story that I had not considered before.Paramount among them was why I hadn’t died when A’komi slipped on the ring.When Narvenia and Spiro had transferred my being. I was far from being ready to fire them; I needed an escape, something to put me in a better mood. My husband must've read my mind. He shut and locked the door to my private office area. I felt myself getting wet as he stroked my face, brushing a strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. I sighed softly as he gently nibbled on my ear. He picked me up in his arms and I straddled his lap when he sat in my chair. He removed my shirt and bra, exposing my firm breasts, and kissed his way down my neck. The tiny woman continued to repeat her threats.When he grew bold, he reached up and touched her breast, belly, legs, or back. She smacked him in a quick, rough fashion, and his hands retreated. Only his lust drove him to move his hands over her feverish body again.“If ya pop your nut afore I gets off, I’m gonna shoot your ass, bitch.” Mister Lucky didn’t consider this a threat but a challenge to hold off as long as possible.Turning around, she returned to him; he felt the gun. God, where she.