(See this post for background.)
Nora descended the stairs…
“Sounded like a scorcher,” Gene observed.
Nora blushed, embarrassed to have them all looking at her, even more discomfited by her honorary-uncle’s inquisitiveness. When she didn’t answer, he persisted.
“What was that, couple hundred on the bare ass?” He turned to Ted. “You paddled her well and truly on the sit spot, I hope.”
Ted only nodded, not willing to make his bride blush any harder.
“Here, Nora, have a seat,” offered Opal, gesturing toward the only unpadded chair in the room.
“Hah, she won’t sit for a week, sounded like to me,” piped in Jerry.
Little brother Patrick snuck up behind her and grabbed Nora’s ass, causing her to yelp and pull away. “Two weeks, I betcha!”
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