" What do you mean?" I mean I want to be friends again with you so I want you to put the wrongs right and do to me what I did to you." What? Smack you...too, you mean?" Yes that's exactly what I mean. Be as rough as you like, give me a good thrashing." No, I couldn't do that. Let's just be friends again, eh?" Come on Simon, I insist, I won't feel better until you've re-dressed the situation." She pulled him to his feet, quite reluctantly on his part. His boxers were showing signs of a growing. Well it didn't go well the Cubs swept the sox winning all the games!Revenge was hers! My wife just smiled and said well it's your turn nowsweetheart! She told me that I would be marching with her women's groupin the Fourth of July parade; I figured I would end up dressed as UncleSam or something and didn't think anything else of it!Well was I wrong the morning of the fourth came and I was awoken by mywife at 6 am and told I had to get ready for the parade; I was hustledinto the bathroom and. " So what's the deal?" Simple. You have woefully neglected your telepathic talents due to your preoccupation with your appearance. Consider this a crash course in telepathic chicanery. Since you can't seem to distract yourself from sexual thoughts and fantasies then the fastest way to eliminate them from me thoughts is to restrict them to a minimal of persons." Hold on a bloody second is sounds like you talking about getting my jollies be invading and screwing with others minds." That is. I wasn’t shot, though I was terrified, and everyone made a big fuss of it. Especially Lori. She kept threatening to kill Chris, who, I told her, showed up at my house the next day, apologizing like crazy. He also asked me out a bunch more times, but we didn’t work out. ‘I don’t think that’s it Grace…’ Lori said, but she sounded less insecure about the new kid than before. Sure, he dressed differently (black Nirvana t-shirt and black jeans), but that didn’t make him a bad guy. He was probably.