Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. But the question on Buffy's mind isn't who the victim is, or who it was that d...g the knife into the victim's stomach. It's a much more important question that needs answering. “You know...” Buffy turns her head to see Xander standing next to her suddenly. “Maybe it's different here in Scotland, but I'm fairly certain that back in the U.S. of A where you were born, it was customary when visiting a hospital patient to. He was trying his hardest not to get over excited about the coming evening but that was an impossible task. His thoughts weren't just prurient; he loved both Laura and Karen desperately. He knew they loved him also, so all that was left was to see if they could love each other.Robby showered, shaved and changed into slacks and a nice shirt. He grabbed a sports coat out of his closet and stuck a tie that Karen had given him in the pocket of the coat. He was at Laura's sitting on the couch. His fingers brushed her cheek, a touch that was barely there yet she stirred, turning her face to follow his fingers as he moved them away. Even in sleep she responded to him as if she were his, nothing could have pleased him more. His eyes lingered on her beautiful face, deep pink lips, so full, so lush, begging to be tasted and an invitation to delve into the most sinful pleasures; a small, pert nose, slightly upturned and covered with a dusting of freckles, and her eyes, oh her eyes. . You are going to be punished, making a fuss will only make it worse for you.’Still sobbing, Monica slowly bent over and Miss Palmer lifted the girl’s skirt revealing Monica’s plump bottom covered by a pair of tight white knickers. Without a word, Miss Palmer had reached for the waistband of the knickers and started to pull them down. Monica let out a fresh yowl of protest and grabbed her pants trying to prevent them being pulled down.‘Monica! I do not care how much you protest, you are getting.