" For a reason I still don't know, I kissed her gently on the forehead then leaving her apartment.***I sat in my underwear, playing solitaire at the k...tchen table. My mind whirled crazily with the mindless routine of the game allowing me to focus. Lucy, by extension, I, was a woman who told teens their heels weren't high enough, breasts weren't big enough, while I slept with their lesbian mothers. Not because I was gay mind you, but for some other reason. I don't have the answers to those. That about sums it up. She lived up to my expectations in many ways…and most certainly when it comes to first impressions. She stepped into the bar and my eyes went immediately to those shapely long legs of hers. They were exactly as I imaged…and I felt a tremor go thru my body before we even embraced. After all…she was a leg man’s dream come true….mmmmShe moved immediately to me, embraced me and pressed her body and lips against mine as if we were long lost friends. Indeed, it was what we both. Twenty year old?Katherine II, called Kit, had been paddling Elk's bottom since she was too short to have him over her knee and had to tie him to the coffee table! Yes, men needed just a bit of restraint and supervision. Just a bit.?Gideon's voice was coming to Kate's ears now like a symphony of wailing "Puh-please luh-let me up, Kuh-Kate...I'm really in puh-pain now...the hairbrush hurts...I'll be a guh-good boy, ruh-really I will, please!" And his butt looked like a plum, it was so purple!. You should thank God for them every day. I had a wonderful father, but he died in an industrial accident when I was ten. My mother remarried almost two years later. She wasn’t married even a month when my stepfather—the county sheriff—made his first nighttime trip to my bedroom. I screamed the entire time he raped me, but my mother ignored me. I screamed every time he did it—two to three times a week—for the next five years. I hated that man—I still do. I hated him so much that I ran.