Comprehend?" I do. Yes. Please don't spank me."I was close to tears. The thought of being put over Mike's lap and havingmy buns smacked was terrify...ing. Of course, being face-to-knob with hiscock would be much worse. But I figured the former might be avoided whilethe latter could not. The guy in front of me located my three piece setand teased it expertly. I breathed harder. Please don't let me getaroused, I silently requested. My salvation -- if you could call it that-- came from Mike. The one that got her attention was when John admitted that one of his favorite sexual past times was going for long drives late at night in the summer. He explained that if it were late and still warm, which it was often, he would travel a local scenic road. At some point, he would stop to take a look around, watch the stars, just stretch his legs. If his mood was right and there were no other cars around, he would strip naked except for his shoes. John explained that it was a combination of. Kate never did like doing anything of that nature because she considered it a complete waste of her valuable time. I understood that was one side of her nature that would never change even though she was overly generous in almost every other area including the dispensing of physical pleasures.I discovered that the rumor was making the rounds that I was already resting peaceably up in “Boot Hill” and my sudden appearance on the streets was a mite discouraging to a number of mean-spirited yahoos. I was a quick study and once I was up to speed I’d be able to turn around what analysis she’d need while she was in Algeria. As the meeting drew to a close, we chatted a bit more. As she got up to leave, I figured I’d buck the odds and ask her to dinner. Her reply was predictable and appropriate. ‘I’d love to, but I don’t really mix business with pleasure.’ ‘Oh, well then, I promise you’ll have a really crappy time. That way it won’t be the least bit pleasureable.’ That drew a smirk. ‘All.