Well... right. Good. Very good.The next day being a Saturday, I hung around home and worked in my shop. That day was one of fear of the cops showing u... and satisfaction that I had finally gotten my piece of flesh... so to speak.Sunday was a nice day of rest, and after my morning workout, I did some yard work. My knuckles ached a bit yet, but they appeared to be none the less for the wear. A person who didn't know it, would never have known that I'd beat a man senseless just two short days. ”“But remember what your dad said to us?”I smiled briefly, “To count our blessings, not our losses.”“Yes. And now you need to rest. We just spent over an hour talking about very intense topics. Are you OK?”“Yes. But I’ll do as you say because you’re going to tell Al Barton it’s OK for me to go to LA and Pittsburgh, even though you would prefer I didn’t!”Kara giggled, “You know I love you, Snuggle Bear. If you promise to rest, I’ll say ‘yes’.”“Thank you,” I said. “I’m going to go find some. Two more dead, six more wounded. What are the men saying among themselves?" They don't like this kind of fighting at all, sir," replied the decan of squad five, still not wanting to meet the sentan's eyes. "They were trained to keep order in the city, not to slog through the woods after an enemy they can't even see. All they know is that every now and again one of those little darts flies out of the trees at them. Every time one of them tries to scout ahead he just disappears, and even if we do. .. desire to be dressed in her panties and more of herclothing.His buttocks burned from the caning he had just received. It was asobering thought that kept him alert: that he walked a knife-edge of riskbetween total obedience to Veronica's wishes and another instant sessionof corporal punishment. His eyes were cast down at his bare feet as theystepped across the raspberry carpet ahead of her white patent peep-toedshoes. She stopped him at another of these pink padded, waist high blocksthat she.