’ I drew my bathwater, and I know that I must’ve looked ridiculous, sitting naked in a bath tub wearing a man’s toboggan! Then I heard the phone...ring. Mark’s story I walked away from the bathroom, still naked, when the phone ran. Who can that be? No one ever calls me at this hour. ‘Hello?’ ‘Mark, this is Monica. Is Jennifer there?’ Uh, oh! ‘She’s in the tub right now.’ ‘Well, tell her that her mom called last night, and I put her off with a story about how Jennifer might have been in the. I loved him with all of my heart for doing that for me.Later that week he came by my house to see how everything was going.“Hey Cousin, how are things?” he asked plopping down on my bed.“I don't like high school.” I sighed.He sat up on his elbows, “Is someone messing with you?”“No.” I said meekly.“Do you want to tell me about it?” He asked raising and eyebrow. “Not really” I trailed.“Come here,” he said as he beckoned me towards my bed.We had shared this bed for as long I could remember,. Isn't that right, little Lillian?" Um, yes Daddy." Good. The traditional six of the best, I think."I'm not fooled. 'Six of the best' means six strokes on each bum cheek,that's twelve strokes altogether."Go over and kneel by the chair. And drop your knickers. You should knowthe routine by now."There is an old wooden chair by the side of the desk. It has a woodenseat, a carved wooden back, and wooden arms. I rise, go over and stand infront of it. I lift the hem of my gymslip and drop my knickers. The pink and white attire was a sharp contrast to her dark Mediterranean skin tone. She wore her auburn hair pulled up, accented by a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. The glasses and her book reminded me of a naughty librarian that I'd seen in one of Bailey's porn movies. Bailey walked up to her and positioned himself so he was standing between her legs. He put his hand on her thigh and she smiled. Closing her book, she smiled back and stood up to get closer to Bailey. The minx had her next meal.