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THE MYSTERY OF THE BATON ROUGEThe name’s Jack Wayne. I’m a private detective. It all began on asweltering Friday in June. I was sitting behind my desk thumbingthrough a paperback of “9 & 1/2 Weeks” and sipping a glass ofbourbon when my secretary stuck her head into the office.”Hey, Jack.” she said in an annoying tone. “Jack, put the bookdown for a minute!””What is it with you?” I growled. “You always butt in right whenI’m getting to the best page, Betty!””Excuse me for interrupting your reading hour!” she replied,tossing a handful of her long jet-black hair over her shoulder.”But I thought you’d like to know that there’s a lady out hereto see you.”I sat up and quickly tossed back the whiskey.”Send her in.” I said as I shoved the glass, the bottle and thebook into the desk drawer. A moment later an elegantly-dressedwoman walked into my office. Her light brown hair, which waspulled back into a bun, was highlighted by streaks of silver.This wasn’t the kind of clientele I was used to. She was classy,like a linen napkin or a glass of single-malt scotch. She wassmooth and relaxed as she introduced herself.”Olivia T. Kendrich.” she said, offering me a gloved hand.I didn’t know whether I should shake her hand or kiss it.I reached out and gave it a polite squeeze. She smiled andsqueezed back. “You come highly recommended, Mr. Wayne.An acquaintance of mine, Miss Stephanie O’Hara, said that youwere quite effective. Do you remember her by any chance?”Stephanie O’Hara was a cute little red-haired debutante from theright side of the tracks who’d hired me to tail her fiancee’.She suspected him of two-timing her. I shadowed the guy for a monthand it was clear he wasn’t up to any hanky-panky. When I went toher father’s house to tell her so, she accused me of covering forhim and demanded her retainer fee back. When I told her no dice,she started getting physical. She kicked my shin a real good one,then started slapping my face. I tried to stay cool, but she’dsmacked me until I didn’t have a cheek left to turn. So, I grabbedher by the arm, threw my foot onto the nearest chair and tossed herover my leg. She twisted like a demon. Apparently, she’d figuredout what was coming next. It was all I could do just to hold herin place. Then I started slapping her fanny like it was going outof style. She had a thick wool skirt on, but I didn’t let thatstop me. I just laid it on all the harder. The way she kicked andscreamed, you’d of thought I was killing her. It’s too bad herrich daddy never gave her that kind of attention, but I figuredit’s never too late to learn. When I was done spanking the brat,I pushed her onto the floor and walked out. I remember looking backas I was heading out the door. She was lying there, in tears,rubbing her ass and demanding at the top of her lungs that I comeback, but I just kept moving.”She mentioned what a worthy adversary were.”Ms. Kendrich continued.”Oh, is that what she said?””Yes, she did. I’m to understand that you two had a littlerun-in.””Well, there was a bit of a scuffle. Is she still soreabout that?””She was… for quite a while.””It wasn’t that big a deal. She ought to put it behind her.””She hardly had a choice.” Olivia smirked.”Yes.” I agreed. “But certainly you didn’t come here to talkabout Miss O’Hara.””No. What I want to talk to you about is this.” She took a darkpink envelope from her purse and slid it across the desk. I pickedit up and opened it. Inside was a type-written note which read:”Go down a red road and find a three. Then add a three. Now doit again. When you hear the bell, turn to your left and you’llsee me just above the earth. Take me in hand and turn me over.You’ll know what to do next.””It came in the mail, yesterday.” Olivia told me. “I have noidea what it means.”I examined the envelope carefully. There was no return address andno postmark.”This was delivered by hand.” I stated.”Some of the best things are.” she replied. I turned the noteover in my hand and tried to think of what the words couldpossibly mean.”It’s a riddle all right.” I muttered to myself.Olivia took a checkbook and a pen from her purse.”How much is your retainer?”She seemed ready to write down any number I chose. I reached acrossthe desk and put my hand over hers, closing the checkbook.”I couldn’t take a dime from you Ms. Kendrich- not for somethinglike this.” I said, softly. I left my hand on top of hers as longas I dared then slowly pulled away. “Like I said, it’s some kindof riddle, so it’s got to be some kind of joke- probably not worthlooking into.” She nodded in agreement, but I could see a lot ofdisappointment in those lovely, blue-green eyes. You could havewritten Tootsie-Pop right on my forehead- I was such a sucker.”But I’ll tell you what- I’ll work on this for a day or two and,if I come up with anything, I’ll let you know.”She smiled sweetly as she put her things back in her purse andstood to leave.”That sounds fine.” She handed me a card with her phone numberand address. “Come over for dinner when you have it figured out.I want to hear all about it. How does poached salmon, steamedturnips and raspberry sorbet sound to you?” Once again she offeredher hand. This time I leaned down and pressed my lips to the silkknuckles of her glove.”I can almost taste it.” I said.She blushed warmly as she walked to the door.”Good luck, Mr. Wayne. Now please remember, I’m expecting ablow-by-blow account.”With that, she was gone. I walked over to the window and watchedas she got into her white Mercedes and drove away. Her perfumedrifted faintly in the air like a ghost. An old song began toplay in my head.”What was that all about?!” Betty’s voice cut through the musiclike a chain-saw. I slapped my hands together and pointed at her.”Go make me a big pot of coffee, honeybuns! I’ve got a mystery tosolve and it may take all night.””Good!” she said, picking my paperback up off the desk as thoughit were a soiled diaper. “I guess that means I can throw thispiece of trash away?””When did you become a literary critic? Do you even read books?””I’ll have you know that I’m just starting a book! It’s allabout sleeping Beauty and how she gets-“”I don’t have time to hear about your fairytale stories!I’ve got to get to the bottom of this Kendrich case.””I bet that’s not all you’re trying to get to the bottom of.””One of these days, Betty!” I waved a threatening hand at her.”Promises, promises!” she pouted, tossing her hair as she leftthe room.I spent the rest of the night kicking that riddle around my office.The road and the numbers- those were the keys. Then, at aboutmidnight, it hit me. The red road was a street and the numbers werean address! When I took a three and added another and did it again,I came up with 369. I checked a city street map for something withred in it and found Scarlet Lane. I dialed information and foundthat 369 Scarlet Lane was the address of Grayson’s Pawn Shop.I caught a little shut-eye on my office couch and headed overthere the next morning.Grayson’s was a run down little joint, but it possessed a kind ofdusty charm. As I’d expected, halkalı escort a bell rang as I came through thefront door. I turned to my left. There were several shelves ofused junk lining the walls, but only one thing caught my eye-a huge globe circa 1955 sitting right at eye level and above thatwas a wooden paddle hanging by a leather strap. It was about afoot and a half long and maybe four inches wide. I heard a woman’svoice behind me say.”Checking out the old board of education, eh?” she asked in afriendly manner. “Hi, my name’s Lucy Grayson.”She was a nice looking lady. I’d say medium in most respects,average in height and weight. Her auburn hair was shoulder length.Maybe she was a bit plump and her voice was a little rough,but she had a nice smile and that goes a long way with me.”Nice to meet you, Lucy. I’m Jack Wayne.””So, what’s your interest in the fanny-whacker? Is the littlewoman getting out of line?”We both laughed.”It looks like a classic piece of workmanship.””Yeah, it’s a real tear jerker. I bet that one kept a few ladieson their toes!” she replied with a wink.”Really? Do think that’s an adult toy?””Yep!” Lucy said as she reached up and brought the paddle down.”See these little hearts carved into the corners? This was aromantic gift between two grown-ups, not something a schoolprincipal would use. My folks had something like this. I found itunder their bed once when I was a k**. You never know what peopleget up to behind closed doors.”It was heavier than I’d expected- smoother too. I ran my handalong it’s flat surface and let it fall into my palm a few times.I flipped it over to find some writing etched into the wood.”It’s time to get personal with June. Maybe some time in thecorner is needed. Want some candy? Just remember that the handmoves faster than the eye. Now, get cracking!”That afternoon found me back in my office, mulling over thosecryptic words. Was June a woman’s name? What did time in thecorner refer to? The rest of it made even less sense.Betty brought me some coffee and a few doughnuts. She noticedthe words from the paddle which I had scrawled onto some paperin front of me.”What’s this?” she asked.”Damned if I know!” I said and took a bite from the old-fashionedwith strawberry icing.”Is this part of that Kendrich case?””Yeah, and I’ve got to say, it’s beginning to get the bestof me!””Well, don’t get slap-happy over it, especially if she’s notpaying you!””Wait. How do you know I’m doing this for free?”Betty started to get a little flustered.”I- uh… Well, I mean-“”Have you been listening at the door again?” I said as I got upand walked toward her. Betty was forever listening in on my privateconversations and I’d finally had enough of it. She backed out ofthe room and tried to make for the front door, but I cornered her.”Now hold on, Jack. You’ve got it all wrong!”I picked up a newspaper from her desk and started to foldit lengthwise.”Betty, your bottom has a date with the classified section!”Her hands instinctively covered her backside as she attempted toout-maneuver me. She faked towards the door and then made a breakfor my office. I lunged forward and grabbed hold of her wristbefore she could slam my own door on me. Then it was just a matterof dragging her over to the couch and pinning her over my lap.Betty made a lot of noise, but didn’t put up much of a fight.In fact, for a second there, I could swear I caught her startingto giggle.”She won’t be laughing long!” I thought as I lifted the paper.And that’s when I saw it out of the corner of my eye. It was rightthere on the paper. Just below “Help Wanted” and “For Sale”was the word, “Personals”.”This is it! The personal ads!””The what?” Betty gasped.”The clue on the paddle said to `get personal’. That’s whereI’ll find the answer.” I sat Betty up and got off the couch.She tried to regain her composure, not to mention her breathas I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door.”Where are you going?!” she said, almost sounding disappointed.”To a dirty book shop, sweetcheeks. I’ll just have to toast yourbuns some other time.”I was outside and getting into my car when Betty stuck her headout the office window.”You’re a real jerk, you know that?!” she shouted. Then sheaddressed her comments to the entire block. “Jack Wayne is abig jerk and he doesn’t know how to finish what he’s started!””What are you mad at me for?! I didn’t lay a hand on you!”I shouted back. That just seemed to tick her off even more.”Oh! You make me furious!” she screamed and slammed thewindow closed.”Women!” I thought to myself as I hopped into the driver’s seat.”Will I ever figure them out?”Pinky’s Adult Books was a neon covered joint in the red lightdistrict. They had every girlie mag and erotic novelty item anyonecould ever want. Never mind how I knew about it. I walked in andheaded right for the spanking literature. A minute of browsingand there it was- the June issue of “Corner Time Magazine”,a publication dedicated to the fun side of corporal punishment.I flipped through the pages and stopped at the personal ads.There were several of them, so I decided to buy the issue to studyback at the office. When I got there, Betty was gone. There was anote on her desk. As I picked it up, I could see that the ink hadbeen smudged by her tears.”Dear Jack, I really thought we had something special, but Istand corrected. You’ve always had the upper hand in ourrelationship, why couldn’t you take advantage of it? The bottomline is, I’m leaving. It’s not like me to turn tail and run away,but what else can I do? Good-bye. Love, Betty Storm”Strictly speaking, I don’t go in for office romances, but I haveto admit that Betty always did have a special place in my heart.I stood there for a while, staring out the window with her letterin my hand. I thought about calling, but I’d never thought to askfor her home number. She was right, I was a jerk. But there wasn’tmuch I could do about it, so I decided to get back to the businessat hand.I scanned through Corner Time magazine checking ad after ad asthe night wore on. There must have been a thousand naughty ladieslooking for some firm-handed guy to adjust their attitude,but nothing caught my attention. It wasn’t until I’d reachedthe next to the last page that I finally struck pay-dirt.It was an ad next to a picture of a gorgeous blonde that read:”I’ve been a bad, bad girl and need some serious behaviormodification from a man who’s hand moves faster than his eye.So get cracking and call Candy Maxwell!”Beneath the ad was a phone number for an answering service.I called it and left my office number. Five minutes later,my phone rang.”Jack Wayne’s office.””Mr. Wayne?” a soft feminine voice asked.”Yes it is.””Hi, I’m Candy. I’m so glad you called. I was on the edge ofmy seat waiting!””Do we know each other, Ms. Maxwell?””No, but we have a mutual acquaintance.””And who would that be, Candy?””I’m not comfortable talking about it over the phone. You shouldcome over to my place so we can meet in private.””Is this for real?””Why don’t you şişli escort head on over here and find out for yourself?”Within a half-hour, I was pulling up to Candy Maxwell’s house.It was a big Victorian place with an iron gate up front.I walked up to it and pushed the buzzer on the intercom.”Hello?” Candy’s voice crooned through the speaker.”It’s me, Jack.””Great! Come around to the backside of the house. I’m havinga swim.””Sure.”The large gate slowly swung open and I walked across the drivewaypast a pink BMW with red leather interior. It looked to be brandspanking new. As I came around the side of the house, I noticeda small structure in the backyard, it was a woodshed from theold days when people used such things to stay warm. I could hearsplashing as I rounded the corner and when the pool came into view,I was overcome by a vision. There, swimming naked before me, wasthe most beautiful woman I’ve ever almost dropped dead from seeing.She stopped swimming for a moment and waved to me.”Care to cool off?” she asked.Sliding naked down a glacier wouldn’t have cooled me off.”No thanks.” I said, trying to keep my eyes in their sockets.She paddled around in the water as though it was nothing to swimnude in front of a stranger.”I’ll be right out.” she said, heading for the stairs at theshallow end. I needed a distraction to keep from losing my cool.I fumbled around in my pockets for some cigarettes or a lighterbefore remembering that I don’t smoke. Then, like Venus risingfrom the sea, Candy stepped out of the pool and stood before meshaking the water from her long, golden hair.I was harder than Chinese arithmetic.”You’re quite striking.” I commented.”I hear the same about you.” She walked over and took me bythe lapels. “Isn’t it a little hot for this?” Our lips almostmet as she slid my jacket over my shoulders, down my arms andcasually tossed it onto a nearby deck chair. She placed her handson my chest and gave me a little shove. I fell back onto achaise lounge. Just as I sat up, she climbed over my lap andarched her bottom at an angle that would tempt anyone to slap it.I couldn’t help but notice how pink her cheeks were- the shadeof bubble gum.”You have an incredible back porch.” I said.”It could use a man’s touch, though. Care to take a whack at it?Or maybe several?”Looks like someone’s already done that today.””Yes. I got a little cheeky with a friend of mine, so he bent meover and showed me the error of my ways. But that was hours ago.””Does it still sting?” I asked, giving one of her cheeksa squeeze.”Marvelously!” she moaned. I let my hand roam across her perfectpink ass. Candy rolled her shoulders in anticipation. I liftedmy hand and was poised to give this minx a spanking she’dnever forget. Unfortunately, the moment was shattered by thesound of an angry voice.”What the hell’s going on out here?!” it said.I turned to see a large powerful looking man in a business suitapproaching us.”Who are you?!” he demanded.”Jack Wayne. I’m a private detective.” I stood, pulling Candyto her feet as I did.”Well, I’m Melvyn Maxwell and the woman you had bent over yourknee is my wife!””Melvyn, you’re making a scene!” Candy said.”Me?!” The man grabbed Candy by the arm and took her to his side.”Where are your clothes?”I handed her my jacket which she wrapped around her shoulders.”Thank you. I’m glad to see there are still some gentlemen left inthis town!” She sneered at Melvyn who paid no attention to the dig.”Get in the house and put something on!”As Candy went off to the house in a huff, Maxwell and I stoodthere for a few awkward moments.”I suppose you answered one of those ads.” he asked in asemi-polite manner.”Yes, but it wasn’t as simple as that. You see, I’m working ona case-“”Oh, so it’s part of your job to spank beautiful naked women?””If only that were the deal!” I chuckled.”Look pal, I don’t blame you for wanting to spank my wife. I doit two or three times a day myself! But her ass isn’t publicproperty, okay?!”Candy came back out of the house with my jacket over one arm.She was wearing a white blouse, a plaid skirt, ankle socks andblack patent leather shoes. The ensemble was fetching, but itsort of looked like a school girl’s uniform.”Here, Jack.” she said, handing me my jacket. “I’m sorrythings didn’t work out. Mel can be a real wet blanket!””That’s enough out of you, Miss!” Melvyn replied. “Now, gomarch yourself into that woodshed and wait for me!””But I don’t want another trip to the woodshed!” she cried.”I’m going to count to three!”That’s all Melvyn had to say. Before he could even start counting,the beautiful young woman walked away with arms angrily foldedand her lower lip sticking out.”I’m sorry about all this, Mr. Wayne. It looks like you’ve beenset up.”I put my jacket back on and we both walked toward the front ofthe house. I went straight for the driveway and he veered offtoward the woodshed.”Don’t be too harsh with Candy.” I said.”You k**ding?” Maxwell laughed. “She’s in there eating this upwith a big spoon! Let me tell you, if I didn’t keep her fanny ashot as a pepper at least eight hours a day, she’d drop me likea bad habit! Good luck, Mr. Wayne.””Thanks.”On the way out I could here the fireworks show starting up inthat old shed. The sounds of Melvyn’s hand making solid contactand Candy’s squealing followed me all the way to my car.By the time I was nearing my office, the sun was touching thehorizon and the distant hills were bathed in a rosy glow.I reached for my sunglasses but found something else in thebreast pocket of my jacket. It was a hotel room key with thenumber 303 on it. Candy must have slipped it in there when shewas changing. It wasn’t from some cheap, flea-bag inn, either.This key was the property of the Baton Rouge- the ritziesthotel in town. I drove to the Baton Rouge’s parking lot and satthere in my car for a while, wondering if I should go up or not.The whole thing smacked of conspiracy. Finally, I resolved to seethis thing through to the end. I took an elevator that was onlyslightly smaller than my apartment to room 303. I slid the keyin and opened the door to find four women on the other side.Olivia Kendrich, Stephanie O’Hara Lucy Grayson and Candy Maxwellwere all in silk nighties in various shades of pink and alllooked as if they were expecting me. Olivia and Lucy were playingcards at a glass-top table. Stephanie and Candy were lounging onan enormous red velvety couch. Candy was stroking Stephanie’sstrawberry locks with a large wooden hairbrush.”Nice of you to drop in, Mr. Wayne.” Ms. Kendrich said, rising andpouring a glass of pink champagne from a bottle chilling nearby.Then she handed me the glass. “I suppose you’re wondering why welured you here tonight.””Okay, I’ll bite. What’s this all about?””Remember that afternoon in my father’s study?” Stephanie asked.”I was being such a brat that day! Do you remember how I yelledat you and kicked you and all? A lot of guys would have folded ina situation like that, but not you. You put me in my place.And you sarıyer escort did it so swiftly, so…””Soundly?” I interrupted.”Yes.” Stephanie agreed. She smiled and closed her eyes for amoment as if she was remembering her first taste of chocolate.”Ever since that experience, I’ve been looking for some way torelive the moment. But first, I had to find somebody to confide in.I needed to share my strange little story with someone.””Why didn’t you just give me a ring.” I asked.”You don’t understand. As enthralled as I was by the way you tookme in hand, I was still furious. I’m a proud woman, Mr. Wayne.Having a man spank me like a c***d was very confusing. It wasfrightening, embarrassing and yet it awakened me in ways I’dnever expected.””Yes.” Lucy joined in. “When a woman realizes she really likesto be spanked, there are lots of issues to deal with. She wants tobe punished and humiliated in her fantasy life without losinganyone’s respect in the real world. It’s hard for most peopleto understand that.””Not to mention trying to explain that there’s a big differencebetween a playful spanking and hardcore S & M.” Candy added.”I did try to contact you. I came to your office two months ago.”Stephanie continued. I’d finally worked up the courage to tell youabout my feelings, but your secretary told me you were on a caseout of town and wouldn’t be back for days. I sort of broke downthere in your waiting room. I couldn’t stop crying, but yoursecretary, Betty, was so nice. She brought me a box of tissuesand listened to my whole story. I told her everything.””What? Betty knows about all of this?” I gasped.”Oh, yes! It seemed she was very familiar with my situation.She got right on the phone with Olivia and started arrangingthis whole charade.””Betty and I have been plotting this for weeks.” Olivia said.”You see, we’ve both been spanking aficionados since we went tocollege together. We were in a sorority that took paddling itspledges very seriously.” Olivia’s hands went to her ass cheeks asif she could still feel the sting. “Many is the night we smearedcold cream on each other’s sore little bottoms after a brutalsession with the paddle. We looked around, but we never found a manthat could swing a paddle quite like our senior sorority sister.”My eyes went to Lucy, who’s smile seemed quite conspicuous.”And that sister would be you, Ms. Grayson?””Excellent! You see, you are a good detective. Yes, I was Bettyand Olivia’s senior sister and I took every opportunity to laywood to their delicate young fannies. It seemed as though Oliviahere spent most of her freshman year bent over in front of me,dancing to the crack of my paddle. But it never gave me thesatisfaction I’d felt being on the other end of it when I wasa freshman. And it was nothing compared to the rapture of beingtaken over a man’s knee for a good spanking. After college, thegirls and I stayed in touch. We came to realize that we didn’thave a passing fancy for spanking, it was a life-long devotion.So we formed a club. We call ourselves, `The Sore Subjects’.Candy joined us about a month ago.””I met Stephanie at a bookstore.” Candy chimed in. “She sawme browsing through ‘The Art of Discipline’ and we struck upa conversation. The next thing you know, I was in the club.You can imagine what the initiation was like! I couldn’t sitcomfortably for a week!”The women all laughed.I was still confused.”So, you ladies meet here once a month and spank each other?”They all laughed again.”Not exactly, Jack.” Olivia explained. “You see, we always getsome authoritative male to be our `master of ceremonies’.Last month it was Melvyn.””Melvyn Maxwell? Your husband?” I asked Candy.”He’s not really my husband. His real name is Melvyn McLintock.He’s just a friend of ours who was helping us out.””It’s all part of our complicated little plot to get you here.”Olivia added.”I understand, but how did you come to choose me?””Well, why don’t you ask the other member of our little group?”Olivia walked to the bedroom door and opened it. When I lookedinto the next room my jaw fell down to the lobby. It was myrunaway secretary, Betty, sitting on the edge of the bedin a French maid’s outfit.”Hi, Jack.” she said, standing up. “I hope you’re not angry.””I’m just glad to see you!” I told her. “I’ve been worriedabout you, honey. I didn’t know what to do.”Betty stared at the floor, biting her lower lip.”I know, but it was the only way I could think of to introduce youto our little group. Still, it was thoughtless and mean of me tolet you worry like that! You know what I think?” she said, lookingright into my eyes. “I think I need to be taught a lesson.””And I think these two need some time alone.” Olivia said with aknowing grin. “But don’t wear yourself out.” she added as sheleft the room with the other ladies filing out behind her.”Now remember, you’ve got four naughty accomplices in the nextroom waiting for their just deserts.”Stephanie, the last to exit, gave Betty and me a wink as sheclosed the door.”Alone at last.” Betty said, embracing me.”What’s the deal with the little maid get-up?””It’s just one of my fantasy costumes. You don’t like it?””No, I like it all right! I just think it would look better d****dover a chair.” I said, kissing her neck.”And how do you think I’d look d****d over a chair?”she whispered huskily into my ear.”I feel like a dope.” I told her. “For years I’ve been tryingto figure out your mysterious motives and all you wantedme to do was smack that cute little backside of yours!Some detective I am!””You’re a great detective. It’s just, sometimes you can’t seethe forest for the trees.”She put her hands on my face, kissing me softly.I wrapped my arms around Betty’s slim frame.”You’re going over my knee, young lady!””It’s about time!” she said as I sat down on the edge ofthe bed.A quick yank on her left arm and she was over my lap. I liftedthe back of that little black skirt to reveal the sweetest sightthese eyes have ever seen. It was no shock she wasn’t wearingpanties, but I wasn’t prepared for the absolute perfection ofBetty’s bottom. I’d seen it swishing around the office a thousandtimes under a cotton skirt or nicely packed into a pair of slacks,but I never could have imagined how lovely those two alabastermoons really were. My hand shook as a ran it across the smoothrounded surface of her ass. I lifted my hand and brought it downhard across Betty’s sweet white cheeks. She jumped and gaspeda little. The next few swats were much more powerful and got aneven better response. Betty ground herself against my leg and thenlifted her bottom in anticipation of more. I started swattingharder and faster until my hand was a blur. I slapped those roundlittle cheeks until they turned carnation pink and when that shadedidn’t suit me, I smacked them until they were rose red.She kicked and cried like a k** who’d lost her bike, but I justkept on spanking. Then, when Betty’s ass was so red it looked asif it might glow in the dark, I stopped swatting and just ran myhand across her hot, crimson flesh. She arched her back and moanedwith pleasure as I massaged her swollen buns.”Don’t ever leave me again, Betty.” I sighed.”Or else, what?” she said, looking over her shoulder with a biggrin on her tear-stained face.Once again I lifted my hand into the air. I knew I wouldn’t haveto answer that smart-ass question with words.THE END

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