"Denise Lowry? You know her?" No," she decided and then giggled. "She must be one of those good girls." A good girl?" I laughed. "I guess so, um..." B...t you're not," Heather whispered and I widened my eyes as I felt her hand on my butt, squeezing me through my skirt right in the middle of the hallway! "Are you, Erin?" I don't know," I answered softly. Truthfully."I hate to break it to you," she said, "but girls like you don't have friends like her." What? You don't even know her." I know the. That seems to be the first time he became involved in crime-fighting. Because all this went down in my backyard my brother was constantly pleading with me to get him all the information I could.You see, my brother, Sherman, was involved back in the 60’s and early 70’s with an ESP group that the government was hoping could be used to create super agents. The government (CIA mainly) were hoping these ‘super agents’ would be able to communicate without using radios or words.According to my. By the end of this, you’ll be quite clear who owns this ass of yours now.” “Crack”, he brought the ruler paddle full force down on my left butt check. I barely had time to gasp from the sting and shock of it, before he laid down the paddle with another resounding “crack” on my right cheek. Quickly he sped up his tempo, until a flurry of stinging blows was raining on both side of my tender ass. Every so often, for variety and his own amusement I’d guess, he’d lay the ruler paddle square across. She sighed knowing it was going to be a long day.The trio were an hour from their agreed upon stopping point when Aaron stopped to look over his shoulder. Seeing nothing he shook his head and continued on. He was feeling antsy; he could not put his finger on the why for the way he felt, which exacerbated his feeling more. He continued to look over his shoulder to the extent that Tanith finally stopped her horse and turned to look at their back trail."What is it, beloved?" Tanith asked peering.