" Abigail turned to the inside front cover. "Who's Annabel Spott?" Sprott," Margaret muttered. "She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly."Oh ..... not want her books?"Margaret took a deep breath. "When you were a baby. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um ... well it affected a lot of people. We dain't talk about it. And you won't go mentioning it."Abigail hummed and flicked the book back to. .” Connie’s words trail off, but Rachel can hear a narrowly veiled interest coloring her voice.Rachel puts her hand on Connie’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. Connie looks Rachel in the eyes and holds that gaze for a long agonizing moment.“Well, maybe a little. If I’m candid about it, the curiosity did cause a battle to take place deep inside my psyche. But for some reason, I never explored my feels in that regard.”Rachel’s heart nearly burst through her chest. Her throat tightened, and. There were a serious buzz kill.Finally, it seemed, both of them saw enough. I was yanked free of the restraints and permitted to stand up, but not permitted to pull up my pants, nor was she allowed to put her top or skirt back into place. Sister Wendy smacked each of us across the ass with her bare hands, stinging our buttocks, but the contrast between my semi-hardness from the skin contact and Lizzie's moaning of absolute pleasure from the spanking was undeniable. Abruptly, the slaps ended and. When Thursday evening arrived, she went home from work, bathed, and put on the very sexiest black lace underwear she possessed. Not even Shavon has seen these, she thought, posing for herself in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her slender waist, long smooth midriff, and perfect breasts, so fetching in the bra that dipped between them, emphasizing the full, creamy moons that nearly spilled over the rims of the cups.Vondi's may be 'perfect, ' she thought, but these babies aren't so bad.