It is cold and dark, and it’s not just rain, but hail and sleet thrashing down. I sit and I’m knitting a sweater for myself, against the miserable... cold. I look down in my lap, and in the coarse wool are woven images which represent my frustrations, my fears, my sorrows. I have been working on this sweater, a little bit every day, my whole life. Over the years it has changed – adding on bits, losing bits – becoming larger and smaller, but always mine, the colors and patterns always familiar. At. As I rose to fetch something, my legs, stiff fromkneeling so long, went out from under me and I fell forward, right intotheir laps! Drinks spilled, guys cursed, and I suddenly found myselfbeing held down and spanked!"Clumsy!" Art brought a hand down on my defenseless rump--SMACK!"Owwww!" I squealed."Look what you did!" Bob's open palm landed--hard! WHACK!"Eeeek!" What a mess---"I braced myself for a spank from Rich, but suddenly I heard Ed's calmvoice."That's enough, guys. She didn't mean to do. They want a woman at home who is shy and virginal – pure. But they want to go outside of their relationship for sexual pleasure – they want to find a whore. Truly enlightened men, who have been fortunate enough to find truly enlightened women, know that the most desirable woman is she who is both pure and libidinous, she who is demure one moment and animalistic the next. From moment one, I knew Elizabeth was just such a woman. She is a beautiful young woman, 19 or 20, with long wavy blue-black. I stopped sighed and continued…”although i think i have a feeling as to why you are asking this question, it takes a special person to see the beauty in a girl like you, you dont fit to the social beauty standards, you are one of those rare women who have it all..” i lean in cupping her cheek….”beauty...brains …..and brawn... that is a package takes a special person to love”....She smiles as she hugs me again with her head on my shoulder and her lips against my ear, she slowly starts to tell.