“Hey,” she whispered. “I saw that you were awake and I had a quick question about emailing one of the people that I met today. Could you take a ...look at what I wrote and tell me what you think?”I was pretty annoyed but I didn’t want to be an asshole, so I just smiled and said that I would be happy too.“Sure. Let’s take a look,” I said.I was pleasantly surprised to see that she had already signed the email so I didn’t have to ask what her name was. I had never met her before but after being on. " pointing to the man's wife "... she has not."Turning once again to The Whipmaster, The Owner issued a terse, single word command, "Continue!"The Whipmaster's pace was now much faster, and he didn't stop at the end of every five strokes, but instead continued relentlessly. David was now keeping track of the strokes. There were sixty-three additional strokes, each one accompanied by shrill cries of pain, before the woman cried out, "I submit. I submit. I submit!"The Owner stepped once. The intruder into my erotic fairy tales was a certain Madame Mechain. She was renting a luxurious mansion from me in town and was very late in here payments - this meaning that she didn't rent a coin for the whole last year for her huge apartment. She was very distressed about that fact, then remarked that I already had two ladies of fine society under my competent tuition, that since her italian husband divorced her daughter was a complete lacy menace and needed a strong hand right now to find. Many let them stay awake to perform like regular people like they once were and only sleeping when they need a recharge. The best thing for Tova to do, she is told, is to outperform to impress and she’ll get to live as normal a life as she normally would. But the best part is the coitikins never age or feel the effects of old age, and they live longer than they would if they remained human. Unfortunately they do have a life span, which can be something one wants to escape or one they want to.