"You know you're lucky that I'm nice," she began, ignoring my eyeroll."I could have been much nastier, David... but that's not really your namenow, is...it?" She didn't wait for me to answer. "My spell gave you areal identity, so you can function normally for the next three months."She gave me a crooked smile. "Well, 'normally' is a relative term."She'd just tipped me off that she'd used a spell. That's what we'dfigured, and though it wasn't essential info, it made things a littleeasier in some. His brother didn't care that the boy drew first so he shot me when I was lookin down at the boy on the ground. I had to kill him too."John looked puzzled. "If you got both brothers why are you running?" There are two more brothers, their father and an uncle; all of them were a mite unhappy with me. They got on my trail a day after I left Bakersfield." Tyler waited until Molly refilled his coffee cup and continued. "I usually don't run. I stand and take care of the problem. This time was. My prospects suddenly brightened; she was right, my father would have skinned me alive. I was willing to take whatever she decided was a fair punishment if he never was to find out. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here," she ordered, and I dutifully approached, ever aware of the sway of her succulent bosom, and my still stiff penis. "You will be spanked. Over the knees, Jared." I must have turned red as a radish; after all, I was sixteen years old! I was nearly a man. However, I knew that. She frantically tried to cover herself with the bed sheets before chasing after me down the stairs. Whatever plan Sar had in mind vanished when she saw who was at the door​​ chatting with me. A 6'5'' black man in a well-fitted suit."Ah, here she is" I said. "Sara, this is Tyrone. Tyrone, this is Sara"."H-h-h-ello" Sara stuttered. "I don't understand what is going on here exactly"."Isn't it obvious Sara?" I said with a sly grin. "Tyrone is going to fuck you. He's going to give you that black.