They’re going to want to talk with me.’ ‘Will you be alright?’ she worried. ‘Will I see you tonight?’ ‘I think they will just want to ri...p me up in case I’m still carrying it. No one wants a murder in this place right now. We should see each other again tonight.’ Dean thought that did not sound reassuring, now that he had said it. But Laetitia did as she was told, and as Dean lingered to look at the headlines about the approaching world summit conference in a newspaper box, she continued briskly. ”“Coming right up.”A few minutes later a large feather is dropped in front of me.“I believe you dropped this.”“You were in my dream. But how…”“Rather ostentatious, dreaming of me, before we’re properly introduced. I’m Anne Prospere and we have plans.” Mike’s Meal I’m in a suite with at least forty people. All are richly dressed. One of the best-looking women I’d ever seen is shaking my arm.“Dear, come with me. I’ll introduce you.”She’s wearing a partial see-through dress, sequins splayed. There were dogs and lots of lights. Orders were shouted over a bullhorn down below as the police swept the area with powerful flashlights. G2 could hear Jess’s voice booming out, “Hell no, we won’t go!” Things were going to get ugly. G2 looked down the track to see redemption coming. The light of a slow-moving freight was coming around the curve to face the trestle. He crouched next to the track, ready to make his jump for the first available car. Then there was a gun shot from below and G2. BDSM!How deliciously exciting.I sucked in a breath as I sat down, my spanked butt-cheeks reminding me of Dad’s punishment. I whimpered, my butt plug pushed deeper into my bowels. My hands clenched as I groaned through my clenched teeth. I drank in the pain. I welcomed it.My parents disciplined me!Part of me wanted to cry. Not from the pain, but from the joy.“I love that feeling,” Mom said to me as she carried the salad she’d made from the kitchen. “That wonderful reminder of your father’s hand..