But we can mix and match who sits where and when.”“I’m sitting with Daddy!” Birgit declared.“Dad, could Matthew, Michael, and I sit together...?” Jesse asked.“If you behave, yes. But that means being properly quiet and doing as you’re told.”“Yes, Dad,” he said, as he and Matthew both rolled their eyes.“They have that eye-roll perfected,” Elyse laughed. “Maybe they could go for a new Olympic sport? Synchronized Eye-Rolling?”The adults all laughed and Jesse and Matthew just rolled their eyes again.. SPLAT!Jacqui cried out as though in pain this time though in actual fact he wasn't hitting hard enough to hurt much. It was hard enough to raise her hopes of coming soon. When he dropped the paddle and started fucking her for his second time he would last a lot longer, she knew.Colin stroked the scarlet cheeks in mock sympathy."There, there," he said, "But if it didn't hurt, you wouldn't remember to be a good girl next time." Please, Colin. No more. I'll remember, I promise," said Jacqui, still. . .? (?Hush, baby,hush!? It?s almost time . . . .?) Momma clearly knew best.?Before much longer, the kitties had gotten their much-needed rest, andthen came the second act.? They began tohowl in unison, as tuneless and rending a sound as animals are capable of.? We all held our ears, but it came throughanyway. And the fairies, slowly, reluctantly, with much sobbingand many an ?Upi!? Upi!,? raisedtheir legs and drew back their knees, until their heels were kickingheaven-ward.? Then, shuddering. Two years ago, she rented a hotel room for us to stay when we took a trip to the big city as the large concert processions of orchestral or choral performers had come to town to represent the art they loved; and as it so turned out, Aunty Amy and I enjoyed it so much that we returned the following year. The story in which I am about to tell takes place in the third year, however, when I was only seventeen years old.At the time, my aunt Amy had just turned thirty-eight, and she was married with.