I tell Rachelle not to forget brush her teeth before she goes to bed. She looks up at me and says; " Daddy do you think we could have a glass of choco...ate milk before we go to bed? PLEEEAASSSE!" I allready know what is in store for tonight, so it doesn't take much for me to say yes. I tell her; " Ok, and would she make mine for me while I went to the bathroom?" She looks up at me and smiles and says; "Ok daddy I'll be glad to." I head into the bathroom, giving her time to make my choclate milk. Tim focused on the energy he had carried with him since he had drunk from Sarah. That warm, sweet blood had so much life within it. He drew on it, and could feel the snake trying to take it from him. He imagined a case around it — a box deep within him that prevented anything from taking it. At once he felt such a barrier form. The drain on him slackened.Wriggling to get his arms just right, Tim placed one hand on either side of him. He gathered his strength and pushed. His muscles strained.. Subtle in its mastery, little did she realize that as a freed slave all she had accomplished was to merely exchanging the bonds of one type of desire for another. Over the years Vera had purposely hidden herself from this longing, especially around him. His last visitation, a thing feared too long to long for, had produced just the right kind of light and warmth needed to germinate these desires which had laid dormant deep within her. But by leaving her untouched at his departure, he had. Also my mom and dad are very strict. If we don’t do our chores or get in trouble at school then they would spank us. It was always very humiliating because if we did something wrong then everyone, even guests would be gathered in the living room and whichever one of us was to be disciplined would roll two dice and the results of the roll will determine how many times each person in the room spanked you. Also everyone had to spank the person because they would not be able to leave until they do.