He poured himself three fingers of Maker’s Mark and sat down to think. What could he do? He’d tried to reason with her, screamed at her, yelled ...at her, yet still her behavior only got worse. If she were younger he’d blister her ass but she was a thirty year old woman. After an hour she still hadn’t come down and Sam was getting steamed. Thirty or not she was going to get a spanking! He went to his basement room and got a twelve inch leather paddle. Sam had always liked the sound of. I got dressed, took a personal day, got in my car and just drove. I was so pissed that I hit the border before I realized how far I had gone and headed home. By the time I got back she was getting up and I just let her have it. I don't think I have ever yelled that much, she started crying and it just made me angrier. The whole thing was so fucked up, the more I yelled the more she begged and pleaded, and before I knew it she had my pants of and was giving me the most amazing blowjob. I kind of. ... and stopped dead in his tracks."Where do you think you're going, mister?" Marcy Driscol stood in the doorway, blocking his path to the Mercedes. In the glow of the emergency lights, he could see the determined look on her face and the single barreled shotgun, which was aimed squarely at his chest."Hello, Marcy. So good of you to make it." Mitch reached for the holstered 1911."Don't even think about it," she warned."We both know that peashooter ain't loaded. But before you die." He paused.. It had been almoust 5 weeks since I last saw A, but I did not seem to matter to me. All it mattered at the point was me and E beeing in the same room. At one point S calld me to ask to hang out. Told him I was busy, and we’ll meet up later. Once again I sat next to E. She was breathing harder, asked me if I talked to him, I confirmed and she told me that she wants to get him out of her head. That made me giggle, first thing that came into my mind was S telling me how she sucks cock… E saw that,.