. what should we do?" she tried again."First, I'm going to meet with Mrs. Paget at the school tomorrow afternoon. Then I'll have a talk to Tim and see...if he'll tell me what's bothering him." I wish I were there. He's never had a problem before, Brent." He's never been yanked out of his social environment before either. Adding to that, his mother is only home three nights a week. I don't think it should be a surprise that he's struggling a bit. I agree with Mrs. Paget ... we want to nip this in. Jack adjusted my position as I grabbed the leg of the chair then flipped my short skirt up my back. I straightened my legs then lowered them until the toes of my shoes were resting on the carpet. He did a little rubbing and patting but there was no more conversation…I simply stared at the carpet and waited. I didn’t have long to wait; my lover had had enough of me and was taking action.The first few hard smacks were right about in the center of my backside and, they were HARD! I’d been given a. I had a clear view of James’s plot from my window, and could also see the back of his tool shed. James arrived at his usual time, and made his way to his plot. As normal, he wore old rugby shorts and a t- shirt. I couldn’t help but notice that his amazing body had become even more toned and tanned and his well-defined muscles seemed to ripple as he worked. As I guessed, or hoped he might, I watched as he removed his shirt, his smooth skin shining wet from sweat in the glare of the sun. There. She saw the tension in his face and quickly sat up, moving to straddle his lap. She cupped his face with both hands and planted a gentle kiss on his lips, a warm smile appearing on her face. He started to speak, but she kissed him again to silence him.“We’ve spoken about this before; how you enhance girls like I used to upgrade guns for the Diablos.” She smiled as she leaned back and waved her hand over her lithe, athletic figure and continued, “Your normal handiwork is really fucking.