The voice sounded like Mitch's but he wasn't too sure. Sighing he wished that Mitch had given him more than cryptic instructions, on how to control hi... new (lol) old body. John had a neighbor come by yesterday and he had almost gotten caught floating off the ground. Shit! that had been close! Had he not been near the house, he didn't think he'd have gotten down as fast as he had.After 15 days he began to hear the voice again, this time he knew it was Mitch but it was still far away. All he. We broke for lunch and I had him drive to the deli around the corner for some sandwiches. When he returned and we were eating, I complemented him on how hard he was working. Once again came an answer I didn’t expect. I like hard work. Did I dream up he emphasized the word, hard? We talked while we ate and he told me he lost his dad when he was 12, but his mom remarried and he didn’t get along with his stepdad. He said he stayed away from the house as much as he could so not to get into fights.. Nancy just stood there wondering if she could talk about it without crying. "OK Craig, I guess you deserve to know how badly you hurt me, but I may cry before I'm finished because it still hurts." It was when you said, "I want to spank you." "How could you, physically and emotionally, deliberately hurt someone you say you love"? Craig was stunned, he saw tears in her eyes and heard her voice quiver as she told him. "Nancy don't you know that I couldn't deliberately hurt you in any way. As you. He seemed to be taken aback by this and he only nodded. “Well you’re driving awfully slow, would you mind opening your door for me? You don’t have to stand up I just need to ask you a few questions.” She nodded, a bit confused but she opened the door widely, pulling her legs out from the car onto the pavement as he moved out the way, his hands resting at his side. He reached for his handcuffs and held them out in front of her, dangling them in her face, almost tauntingly. “Ma’am.