It's one week later and we are cuddling in Jay's living room watching a movie, the three of us. I am dreading the night. I cannot feel my ass, so can't Carol I am sure.
Jay hasn't eaten dinner in seven days punishing himself for punishing us. He thinks I don't notice. I do.
We screwed up big time. Carol really shouldn't have kidnapped the girl and I shouldn't have lied about it to Jay out of everyone in the world. But, both of us get the message loud and clear I swear. Thankfully, no one saw Carol, otherwise, I would be rotting in Jail right now, incarcerated for how long, God knows.
Carol wasn't allowed to watch TV all these days. Today, he let us. Carol looks really sad and only cries these days. Poor baby, her ass is constantly sore, reminding her of the severity of her actions, as J
