.. please! I implore you! Help me.I will walk down to the stream and leave this under our rock. Please write back soon. My life depends on it.Love, Yo...andaShe quickly read it over and walked down to the stream and placed it under the stone. She made her way back to the camp without anyone knowing she had left, then the day started as usual. When her aunt awakened she visited her and they worked on the night- dress. As the day wore on it was almost done and she had a fitting. It was floor-. I decided to stay clothed. I went upstairs and got the belt and for good measure my butt plug. He always liked spanking me with my butt plug and I figured if I could turn it sexy that maybe he would back off from whatever his intentions were from the belt. I sat on the couch and waited.He arrived home about 15 minutes after I did. I was sitting on the couch with the belt laying over my lap with the butt plug on the coffee table when he walked in. I didn’t say anything as I was actually kind of. “You reckon you’ll fit in that bed?” the youngster asked looking from me to the bed. I looked at the bed and shrugged.“I’ve slept in worse,” I told him.“Yeah, they said you was in the Army,” he agreed but had another question.“Are you really the one Granpa Thad calls ‘the Ghost of Atlanta’?” he asked.“Yes, I am,” I told him before we returned to the first floor. Jill joined us a few minutes later.“I’ll unpack and get settled later. I already turned our food over to my Aunt. We need to move the. There are rules. Firstly, you will kill me many times in your training, simply because you need to know what it's like to dispatch a man in various ways. I will return with a new body the moment you do. This means that we can fight for eternity, or until I kill you. If you die you will awaken. Second, you will be fighting my imaginations limit, not me. I was held as the master of the sword the world over for more than five hundred years, so defeating my imagination in any style would be.