In his eagerness to concentrate on Natasha and Sophie he'd not locked her cage. And when leaving the cop had shook his head at the clearly unhinged bl...onde who was giggling and swaying. He'd clearly thought it didn't matter much.The women all began to call to Sandy as the poor wretch continued in a world of her own.They were almost at the point of giving up when the girls eyes seemed to become more focused and the message began to sink in."My what...er what?"They told her to hush pointing to the. At the end of the service she got a $100 bill from the stout man with the big beer belly who seemed to be the "go to" man for all the others in the group. The young girl at his side told her,"This is Mister Rizzoli, kid. He wants you should know you did a good job here. Take this card and give him a call if you find yourself out of work or something."The old guy didn't say a word almost as if it would be inappropriate for him to chat up a broad at his nephew's funeral.She didn't think too much. It was a sad day in America when just anyone could say or write what he pleased."Hi, Daddy. Whatcha watchin'?"Bill looked up to see his daughter Betsy walking into the den. He was sure glad Betsy hadn't seen that commercial. It was totally disgusting! Bill wondered if she'd seen any of these ads when he and his wife Martha weren't around. It was so hard to protect children these days."Nothing much, honey," Bill answered. "Just killing time."Betsy sat down next to her dad and stared at the. I think she was holding back to see how I reacted. When I just grunted a little, she started hitting harder and harder. When I yelped, she got faster and even harder. I was now yelping with each strike, but I was still not crying. Then she paused and bent over to pick up something from the floor. On the next swat, I screamed. What she had picked up was her house slipper. It had flat leather soles that really hurt as they slammed into my ass. Oh God! I cried out. Please no. This isnt working..