‘What yer gonna do? There’s five of us an’ you only got one pistol.’ They started closing in on the mysterious stranger, brandishing their wea...ons as they started to spread out. Tamara started crawling backwards, trying to make it to the cover of the tree-line while they were distracted, her eyes never leaving the cloaked rider, feeling strangely drawn to him. Nonchalantly, the mounted figure raised his pistol, pointed it at the nearest robber and fired, the thunderous shot echoing through the. I did not believe that Michael would dare push me on the issue when I strode up to his room.I was more than willing to lay off of him and not spank him again – at least for a while. I assured myself that I would NEVER be foolish enough to leave my diary where it could be found or write it in my own handwriting. I had been able to intimidate Michael into taking his pants down and letting me spank his bottom.I had no reason to believe that I couldn’t intimidate him into giving me back my diary. " Why not?" Because I want to finish school, and get at least my Master's in Engineering. I have plans for my life, and I can't see just pulling up stakes and moving to California with him. So there's going to be a lot of separation once he goes to grad school. That's what I meant when I talked about things testing our relationship." Honey, if I know Jeff, he'd never ask you to throw your life away for him. He'd wait for you." I hope so. But I want to tell you something else, too. I don't feel. I did a quick inventory. I had all of my team gear and socks and underwear. I left all of my dress shirts and slacks and coats and sweaters. I left the dress shoes as well. I packed up all of my toiletries from the bathroom and then lugged both of the bags down to the car, throwing all into the trunk. I started the car and drove back to my apartment. After putting everything away in my closet, I sat down on my computer and opened the email program.I typed in Keri’s work email and began to.