Damn, those leggings. They left little to the imagination and of course, school rules said their tops had to cover their rear fully. That rarely happ...ned. I've done several double-takes when a girl was down the hall wearing tan leggings. For all practical purposes, it looked like pantyhose!"Whatcha got?" I asked her as I entered the room. She was sitting on the front row desk, swinging her legs and wearing a huge smile. "Oh, this one is juicy!" she said eagerly. "Here, I'll send it to. "They went to clean up, and Ernie looked sadly at Janine, and confessed, "My daughters were named Shelly and Kelly. Imagine that coincidence?" God is either punishing you, or giving you a second chance," Janine suggested. "I don't think we can just leave them here in the morning. We have to take them with us." Have you figured out where we are going?" asked Ernie. "I sure haven't." Let's get east of the Rockies and see what we find," Janine offered. "We are bound to find more survivors. I tell. That's when the head counselor at Camp Kebo had bent me overthe desk in his office for a bare-bottomed paddling with the campnurse looking on. "Miss Klein is here to make sure your punishmentis not medically damaging" the head counselor said, but I thinkthey were screwing and this is the way they got it on. That ideacame from the heavy breathing I heard from inside the officeafterward while I was forced to stand outside with my camp shortsand underpants around my ankles and my red behind. Jacob waved a hand through the flame before looking at Jack, and nodding to the boy. No damage came to the elder vampire, or his robe, despite how quickly the black flame was eating the bodies. Before Jack could respond, Jacob looked back to the flame, and began to speak.“Oh Crone, it is I, Malachi, your acolyte, oh Crone. I and my fellow witches offer you this sacrifice. No blood was taken from them. Every drop has been saved, and spilled for you. Three witches have spilled their own blood for.