The brain was working but someone had shifted the mouth into neutral. I could not say anything for a minute and then compounded the problem by saying ...omething stupid, “ You are sitting on the toilet, naked and you are going to shave your pussy and you are talking about Friday, so... so, who are you shaving your pussy for?”. So much for a college education.“I am doing this for me and yes, would you look after the house again on Friday, I should be home late Saturday afternoon and... for your. Cute. ‘What exactly are you, then?’ She looks away briefly before glancing back, readjusting her head back to its natural position. ‘What happened to your arm?’ ‘I believe it is customary for the person to have been asked the question first to answer it first.’ ‘Very true, Mr Silvanus. However, it is only fair that I do not provide an answer for your question, as I know you will not provide an answer for mine.’ She’s forced a harsh glare from me – we’re equally matched, it seems, much to my. I blitzed through the eight questions in about an hour. I spent twenty minutes rereading my essays and correcting the spelling and grammar. I turned my blue book in to the proctor at a quarter to twelve.I glanced over at Kelly before I left. She was still working away on one of the essays. I wished I could talk with her for a couple minutes. I missed sharing things with her. I also knew from the nasty looks and glares over the past few weeks that my attention was not welcome. Christian and Bev. I could hear Anthony's foot steps shuffling away as he went to grab some thing, then I heard him coming back. The next thing I knew, there was a searing pain against my butt. “Oww!” I yelped. “What the hell was that?”He didn't answer me, he just smacked me again with whatever was in his hand.“Oww! Oh God, that really hurts!” Anthony still didn't answer me. He hit me one more time before telling me that it was my hair brush.He kissed me once on the lips before returning to whip my bottom with my.