He asked me where I lived and I told him. Suddenly the room went cold. He went to the door, opened it and told me to leave his daughter alone. He didn...'t answer me when I asked him what was wrong, just motioned me out.Thalia called me that night to report her father's speech, he had delivered after I had left."This is the son of that no-good, cheating owner of the company at the North end, the guy who walks over anyone in his path. Lives a grand life on the backs of the rest of us. We are honest. When shefinishes the scolding, the whole time rubbing and squeezing yourbuttocks until you are ready to scream, your face is flushed with shame.You cannot help it. Even if your crime seems minor in your own eyes,something about the way she looks at you, and the pure, rich,unadulterated scorn in her voice makes you feel lower than an ant, ofless value than a disease.Then, finally, after an agony of anticipation, she begins to spank you.Not hard, of course, just light slaps with the paddle. The. Don't know any Helens." She sounded convincing enough as my heart sank into despair again. Not her. Couldn't have been. Hoped too much. This Felicia was too young, too slutty, too womanly.She saw that I was upset and turned her charm back on. "There, there, kid. It's all right. maybe someday you will find this Helen. Who is she to you anyway?" Nobody. Just an old acquaintance."On Bourbon Street. That's where all the whores hang out. That's probably where you'll find your mother. But don't go. I put my left arm around her shoulders and pulled her into me while I leaned my head over. She smiled slightly and then closed her eyes as my lips met hers. I felt her lefthand on my right cheek while I continued kissing her softly, letting the THC continue to deepen its spell over her. I wrapped her up in my arms, feeling her warm, smooth skin under my palms. She actually moaned during one of the kisses and so I began to give it to her more passionately, my tongue exploring the furthest.