Do as I say. I read your diary. I’m not going to leave you here with these people.”“Oh, Harry, I love you, baby brother. I’ll go packing right...away.”----------------- ----------------- “That’s it. I’ve got everything. Beryl, do you have what you need?”“Yes, Harry. My whole life in three bags. I don’t believe it.”“Let us go back inside then and Beryl. Please don’t be surprised at my mother’s weird behavior.”Beryl pulled me into a hug in turn,“ You really read everything. I really love you,. " We'll get you some, Faith, don't worry," Buffy smirked."Okay, but don't take too long. I have to go patrol later on." Uhm, actually," Dawn said shyly. "I'd rather if you didn't go slaying today… I want you with no bruises for tomorrow"Faith exhaled, and was about to protest aloud when Buffy's eyes warned her that she'd better do it.She let out a deeper sigh and said in a weird tone, "Alright."Suddenly Dawn stood up grabbed Faith's hand and said, "We're gone shopping."Faith stood up hesitantly. OrI'll start adding strokes." I knew I could not stand 15 strokesof ANYTHING on my pussy, because if I knew Pete, I knew all 15 would be clithits. I decided to go with the spread out punishment right as myfive seconds were up. "I figured you'd choose that,"Pete smiled deviously. "You know I'm still going to make itworth my while! The only strokes you have to count are the pussystrokes. Get in position for your 5 on feet." As Ilay down on the ground, the floor of the woods wreaked havoc on. I'll tell Quick you'll find out intuitively what to put in the book. He'll like that.' A gong, the dinner signal, rang downstairs, bringing our meeting to an end. 'Thank God the food's ready, ' Teef said. 'You don't half get desperate for your nosh when they won't let you have any decent gear. Nice to have met you. Try and smuggle a few tabs in past The Handyman for me if you come again. He'll take you back home now.''Why do you call him that, "The Handyman"?''It's his nickname. His real name.