That’s it. That was all the CD’s that Michael owned. He said he found them in a box in his brother’s room years after he had moved out. It wa... like a time capsule from 1993. Michael didn’t have a CD player at their trailer. We listened to them on my dad’s stereo. So Michael brought them over one at a time. He cherished them and always took them home with him. I guess that’s why we spent so much time together. I couldn’t listen to music unless he came over. I put this album on Tegan’s. After another twenty minutes or so of this back and forth banter she finally said, "Fine... Fine. Okay, even if I lose I'll be able to walk when most of you are curled up in the fetal position on the floor." I must say I was trying my damnedest not to laugh because I knew full well what a lightweight she was in the drinking department and full-on trying to bluff guys who majored in drinking.After a few more minutes of this harassing joust between Gina and her antagonists, she and I went into. ??And your bottom is never spanked, caned or paddled,? said Winona. ?I wish mine was as pure and welt-free. You bum isn’t even blush red like you get from a spanking.??My parents have never spanked me,? said Chrysanthemum. ?I suppose they’ve never had cause to.??I wish I had a bottom like yours.??You are fascinated by bottoms,? remarked Chrysanthemum with a strange smile on her face.Winona nodded. Although it had never crossed her mind before, Chrysanthemum was right. But who wouldn’t be when. I took this opportunity to grab my bow, as well as an arrow. He saw his friend’s body and rushed to see if he was still breathing. There was no chance of that, the kill had been swift. He grabbed the arrow and pulled hard, so much so; that he fell over. The arrow’s removal allowed the blood that had been stopped from escaping, to be released. It sprayed upward, covering his face and shirt with his friend’s blood. I could see the anger swelling in him. He rose and screamed for the others to join.