By then, I was hurt, sobbing and completely spent, and because nothing else worked to end the torment, I gave up, my poor wounded body resigned. I let the exhaustion take me and forgot about the pain.
To my amazement Peter finally stopped as if that was his cue.
For the longest time, I couldn’t move. As embarrassing as it was to be lying over his desk, displaying my bright red ass for the two men to admire, I did nothing to change the condition. It wasn’t even in my thoughts. I was too exhausted to budge.
“You can rise, Kathleen,” I heard Peter finally say.
I waited for a moment trying to get my bearings, and then as I gingerly pulled myself to my feet, I saw that Jeremy Kline was at the door.
“Good show,” he said almost jovially. “I suppose I’ll be back in the morning for more.” He c
