Harold called. "Mr. Anderson?" Speaking." I'm Harold Franklin calling for my dad, Ben, of Franklin's Flying Service and Aircraft Restoration out of La...sing, Michigan." You have my aircraft?" Came in today ... those are some big containers. The truckers are here and we need permission to crack the seals so we can inspect. Just so you know ... Immigration and Drugs are here too." Crack away, Mr. Franklin. Unless someone else is shipping something in my containers that I don't know about, tell the. As for the rest of the room, hanging on the walls are several paintings depicting various forms of BDSM acts. Also hanging from the walls at several spots are heavy metal shackles dangling from chains. We have never actually used them as there are plenty of other ways to tie me up already. They were there simply to add to the overall feeling of the room. Along one wall, near the closet at the far end of the room, was a heavy wooden shelf. Upon the shelf were all the various paddles, floggers,. .." Betty suddenly stopped, staring at Chris. "My god! You look almost like her. Had I not known better I would have said it was you."Chris looked confused, at first Evelyn, then Betty, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. "Bitch! What in the hell are you on about? I look like who?" Like that thing he built, my god you could be sisters almost. That is if that machine was human." Betty said in near shock hardly able to believe her eyes.Cathy had already whipped out a large knife,. She padded out to see what was going on. William was sitting at the kitchen table working on his computer. “What are you doing?” she asked.William grimaced at her and said, “Grading homework.”“What?” she replied.There are twenty-five winners to our lottery. Each has submitted a short essay to the webpage saying why they should be the one to deliver the final six spanks with the wooden paddle.“Oh,” missy said. “That’s what the lottery was all about.”“Yes,” said William. “One winning ticket.