We had booked January 2nd. All January I was in what can only be described as frisson of fear. Plain unadulterated fear. Just what had I gotten in to?... Why in Gods name after four years of cyber friendship risk everything on a real life meet. I was surely mad! As February marched forwards my fear was palpable I phoned to cancel the booking several times I never let it actually ring. I stood before the mirror it was just hours before I flew out west. ‘You are fat you are no oil painting. You are. I can’t and won’t go back to that life. You know that this is the first time in our married life that I have really relaxed? Felt fully alive? I feel free. I never realised how constantly on edge I was in case Peter suspected me of something. Always worried he would be angry and accusatory. No, John, I can’t go back to that.”“But what if he’s really changed?” John asked. “He’s taken the step of seeing someone. That, and if he’s truly depressed at you leaving him, it shows he loves you, Claire.. If you deliver two strokes in very rapid succession, then the first initial shock will be doubled by the second. In this case, it is unlikely that the young woman will be able to stand more than two such strokes. I usually reserve the six stroke sequence for the eight-stroke penalty imposed when the miscreant must be secured, delivering them across the crown of the bottom, and concluding with two final extra-hard strokes delivered more slowly, and close to the crease marking the bottom’s lower. Finally anger at a world that would allow the rape of a loving mother and the murder of a child and not allow me to stop it.“WELL THAT WORKED OUT WELL!”I lashed out with the meanness that anger brings. I was screaming.“TAYLOR IS DEAD, AND MY WIFE MAY BE HAVING SOMEONE ELSE’S BABY!”The air was split with the loudest voice I had ever heard.“PAUL! SHUT THE FUCK UP!”Blossom screamed, before speaking in a soft whisper.“He raped me.”She broke down crying hysterically. My anger was popped like a.