"Young lady, you are my guest, and although it is your birthday, Iexpect a modicum of respect and consideration." She repeated, in amocking tone, "re...spect and consideration!" That was it. I grabbedher firmly but gently by the arm. "Diane, you've needed a goodspanking for a long time, and today you're going to get it!" I'm too big to spank!" she protested, pulling away. I made mymove, pulling her across my lap. She pretended to resist, tryingto protect her recalcitrant derriere with her. " Rimming," Seth is, "is licking assholes." I like how they call it a sport," Jake said. "Like they train for getting pissed on or something." Could you imagine if we were faggots, in practice, all pissing on each other?"Jake leaned over Seth, stuck out his tongue, and wiggled in Mike's face. "Oh, man, piss on my tongue, man."Mike stood and gripped his crotch. "Okay, faggot, open wide." Fuck you." Jake leaned back, laughing. "Fuck you, if you're gonna pretend to be a faggot, you gotta go. "Cap'n Foster's corporal, ma'm," I think I stuttered out hoping my foggy brain would wake up soon. I sat up and swung my feet to the cold floor."Oh," she said, and quickly sat beside me on the narrow bed, shaking her head to the side so she would not sit on her hair. "I'm Francine. This is my house." Really?" I said, putting aside the horse pistol and holding down my trembling lance which rose most mornings to an impressive standard, "the whole thing?" Of course," she clearly stated. "My father. “None of this has been good for the city, and the events of last night took place in the heart of the visitor and convention area. We won’t be able to sweep it under the rug. Too many visitors in those hotels in the Peachtree Center area saw what happened last night,” the Mayor said with a groan.“That’s not all, Mr. Mayor,” the Precinct Commander added, “The Dons up north aren’t going to be happy about losing one of their own. They will have people down here shortly to do their own.