My legs were trying to flail, but they were trapped beneath me on the bed. Xxnx “Well, if you had done that to me,” I said, “my Dad would have misdirected his truck right across your sorry ass.”
Dr. Shirley said in a loud and commanding voice, “Quiet, Nubbin.” Then is a softer, almost laughing voice. I don’t know if her arm was tiring or she just wasn’t paying close enough attention, but I would get close and then there wasn’t enough smack in the swat to take me over the top. I was starting to wonder what further surprises Shirley had up her sleeve, but there wasn’t anything here that wasn’t in a regular Beat Girl session, so I knew that I could handle it. I think he was honestly sorry for me. He looked really strange and he was having trouble meeting my eyes.
