We didn't stay a minute longer than necessary.Now, we had something worth stealing. Millions of dollars worth of silk. News of our coming preceded us ...and there was always some fool who wanted what we had. By the time we reached Singapore we had expended seventy-five percent of our ammunition stocks.A telegram to Dal in Uusikaupunki and the British Army was more than glad to replenish our stocks. Our French Hotchkiss 1" was supplied from post WWI stocks and the fifty cal machine-gun ammo for the. "Please spank me Sir." you say in almost a whisper. "Louder." I tell you. In a louder, but ragged voice, you say,” Please spank me Sir." I tell you to get over my lap and watch as your pretty little bottom is pointed up in the air. Your feet are just touching the floor on one side and your head is almost on the floor on the other side. I put my hand on your bottom and see you flinch. Your bottom feels warm on my hand. It is going to feel much warmer before I am through. I rub your bottom in. I followed Cajsa as she was hanging on the rope just about ready to climb up the steep creek bank, which was also quite normal for us as we had done it several times during the last months. On my side of the creek I held the other end of the rope that went around a nearby tree and I could see Cajsa reach the other river bank. Something in the corner of my mind made me look up and what I saw made my hair stand on end. Dozens or probably hundreds of magical threads were pulling the branch. Lydia had not appeared in my dreams since last Saturday night.After several minutes of silence, I heard the coffee pot beep to signal it was ready. Taking the first cup with me to the fireplace, I struck a match to the papers and kindling.As the fire blazed and crackled, I thought about my return to work on Monday. Unfortunately, during the last two years I shared my grief of losing Lydia by taking it out on some of my employees. I had not been an easy person to work with, and the events of.