"Good luck." He told her quietly then made his way past. "You two carry on!" He offered over his shoulder unable to resist being possessed by a bit of...'Kiyone-ish' mischievousness, for a second or two.Hero made a sound of astonishment. Not certain if he had misinterpreted the remark. When his eyes again met Ryo-chan's though, he felt it all just drain away. He again felt that odd almost electric sensation.Tenchi continued back into the house, having mixed emotions about the whole affair.. I hate shopping for clothes. Well, I don’t hate it. I just don’t like it. My tactics usually are: walking in, scanning the place for something I like and if nothing interesting catches my eye, getting out of the shop before some salesman or woman manages to approach me. I was thinking about what store to go to next as I had it on my mind to buy a new shirt and a pair of jeans. But after an hour of walking in and out of stores, I still hadn’t found anything I liked. Suddenly, my thoughts were. " Of course Mr. Kenneth does not need to give you a present. Mr. Kennethwants to give you a present. Would you insult him by refusing his gift?He would be heartbroken."Mr. Kenneth pretended to be sad, dabbing his eyes with a piece oftissue.It did not take much encouragement for me to change my mind. I untiedthe ribbon and took the top off the box. Inside I saw hair. I stuck myhand in to take whatever it was out."No, no, Jenny. Gently. Let me."Mr. Kenneth reached in and carefully pulled out the. Even though I was fully exposed and terrified, I found myself wet with the realization that he was about to do to me what I had heard him do many times to Mary.I heard the expected swish of the cane a couple of times as he tapped my exposed bum. Then the first stroke landed and I wondered how the hell she had managed to withstand the pain. It felt like hot oil had been poured in a straight line across the middle of my bum.Hank had started to lecture me between strokes about how I had betrayed.