Carruthers not only mention it but use my fastball, or his scientific description of it, to illustrate one of the principles of physics that he wanted...us to apply to our research. Carruthers was a very good teacher, but he hadn’t really struck me as one of the guys who like sports. He struck me as more like, well, me, from back in the ninth grade. But before his lecture, he asked me for a brief summary. With Cammie sitting next to me, I did my best to deflect some credit to Rabbit. She gave me. "What?" Scott asked."But not your first?" I'm pretty sure it's a prerequisite for becoming an orphan," Scott said. It wasn't as funny as it sounded in his head.The sheriff shook his head at the bad joke. "The FBI is coming. They're very thorough," the sheriff tried to explain. "They'll interview you. Until they know differently everybody is a suspect." But—" Scott protested."Doesn't matter if Bo's the one who found her, you were there too," the sheriff's fingers drummed nervously against the. Few minutes after walking into my home, the doorbell rang. I found Alisha and their k**s standing there. She explained that their house also did not have electricity. After wasting another 45 minutes in trying to figure out the issue, we found that it will take atleast 10 hours to restore the power.I asked her to stay at our house with her k**s. She was shy at first but agreed. I took them to my flat and on seeing the AC in the bedroom both the k**s wanted to sleep there. I had no other option. Slap, slap, only two more left thought Rebecca as her ass stung from the spanking. SLAP, SLAP, the last two hurt more than the others did, her ass stinging from the abuse. At least it was finished."You were a very good little girl. There is nothing better than a very young submissive girl. You obey like you were trained. We are all going to enjoy you very much in the days to come."Rebecca could feel the guard move from the pedestal, leaving her alone in the bright lights. They were beginning to.