Then you won't need bathroom breaks and won't be punishedfor being later than 8:30At the end of this you will find the lines you are to write 300 time....That should imbed them in your little sissy mind. They must be doneneatly on the pages I have attached to this letter. There are 9 numbered,watermarked pages. Do not try to replace any. That should be enough tofit 300 lines. The pages are to be returned to me as crisp as they arenow. They better be clean! No coffee stains, wrinkles or pen. John was forty years old. He had no permanent job, no house and no money. Mom told me that he sometimes worked as a bartender in a club, sometimes he played guitar in a restaurant and sometimes when he came home with pockets full of money and hands full of gifts then it was obvious that he had won some fight. I never knew why but Mom loved him a lot. I had seen John with many other women in restaurants and coffee shops but I never told my mom about him because I didn’t want to hurt her. John. I lay still for a few minutes adjusting to being alone in bed for the first time in a week. I missed the presence of another body next to mine, and the warmth I had become accustom to.One of my favorite memories of sleeping on the trip was Brad spooning against me, his arm over my side and his fingers stroking my pussy. At those times his soft touch wasn't sexual, although it stimulated me, it was just comforting. As I tried to fall asleep I used my own fingers to replicate the feeling without. I'm gonna have to stay a few more days, er... sweetie." Icringed. I never used pet names with my wife. She hated them and haddrummed the habit out of me years ago. I should have mentioned this."Yeah, my boss called me just now and he said..." I cringed again."Oh, HE said, did he? And what happened to Jane? She's not your bossanymore?" It was obvious she sensed something was going on. "Why haveyou got me on speaker phone?" Umm, you're not on speaker phone, honey," Rachel lied."I can tell from.