Tonight. Like you said." Hisvoice was quivering. He wished they would allow him to cover himself."And then," Javon continued, "you going to meet up... with us, tomorrownight at eight. We'll all get together in the old gym. Now that the newone's done being built, they leave the other locked up. But I got myselfa key. So you report for sissy duty and we'll be there to help you getinto the new part you'll be playing. Damn, you said you was methodacting. Well, you going to get into the method. . I should have taken my time and fucking aimed. "Shit, shit. Shit!" he half screamed.After he had calmed somewhat, "I lived through it," he lectured himself. "Learn from it, Dummy. Yeah, right. Learn or die," he continued the thought silently. Back at his rock/chair, he took out his straightening tool to work on the broadhead, his hands having finally stopped shaking. When it was as straight as he could get it, he put it aside and returned the tool to the pouch on his belt.With the way the cat. She had moved to the Dame’s desk where she had found a whip. A handle with a number of leather straps attached. She handed it to him discretely.“Now here’s the deal, you dirty slut!”, Dad barked. “I’m gonna ravage your filthy body in whatever way I deem fit. And the only words I will hear from you is ‘yes please’ and ‘sorry’. Got it?” As he said the last words, he hit her ass with the whip. Dad wasn’t used to whipping people, and had he thought a bit about it, he might have wanted to calibrate. As she looked around his place, Janice was pleasantly surprised at how clean and orderly things appeared."Wow, Vince," Jan said. "Do you live here by yourself?" Yeah," he replied. "My parents own the house and they give me a deal on the rent while I'm finishing school." I have to ask. Does your mom come and keep things clean for you?" Oh, no, no. I take care of everything." I am impressed, Vince."Vince invited Janice to sit in an upholstered chair and he sat in another across from her."Thanks,.