I drew my arm back and with no warning at all I swatted her ass with my open palm.I didn't hit her hard. But the noise when my palm connected with her...flesh was loud and it startled her. She wasn't expecting it.She flinched and cried out wordlessly.I hadn't struck her very hard. There was more noise than pain. I gently massaged her pink butt cheek for a moment. Then I drew back and slapped her again, followed swiftly by two more slaps.Each time my palm struck her she cried out. But she never. She didn’t understand all these weird terms like spirit power condensation or true spirt formation.She gleaned a few clues in the beginnings but soon felt so lost her head started hurting. Eventually Hao had to leave and the duo returned to the lab. Jessy, feeling incredibly left out, chased the boys to their lab. When she arrived they were crowded around a computer screen pointing at something and laughing in the exact same way. Madly.The lighting of the lab was very dim until James slammed a. I was a terrible person let alone, wife.”“I spent a week in the hospital after the miscarriage and the hysterectomy. I was lost. One of my nurses talked to me a lot and I wound up telling her my sad story. She gave me a business card of a therapist, Dr. Anne White, and said I should make an appointment. I did and I still see her, not as often as I once did, but when I’m down, talking to her seems to help. At the time, she tried, unsuccessfully I might add, to get me to abandon my self imposed. "Is that a tattoo?" No, Mum. It's just temporary – it's drawn on with ink. It will probably only last a couple of days." Why would anybody go to so much trouble to do something like that if it's only going to last such a short time?"Sally shrugged. "Mona's Auntie is an artist. She likes doing stuff like this. Half the fun of it is because it's temporary." But it's under your shirt. Nobody is going to see it."Sally laughed and pulled her shirt back down."They will if I don't wear a shirt!" said.