"Would you like Bill for a friend?"I didn't answer immediately. "He's an environmentalist. How rabid is he? With 150 years of memories, an extremist o... any kind turns me off."Grace chuckled. "I don't know rabid he is. Ask him."I pursed my lips. "He's sitting alone. Trade seats with him, and I'll do just that."I stood up and let Grace into the aisle, and then took her window seat. Seconds later, Bill sat next to me."Grace said you wanted to talk to me," he said."Yeah. What environmental. ”Mordred smiled. “Aw, you shouldn’t have. But it smells bloody good.”Elissa laughed as she released her hold and finished getting the two plates ready. Mordred sat down on the sofa as she brought the plates in and placed them down on the table. She then went back for two cups of coffee.They both sat eating and catching up on the daily news on the television. The smell of coffee and fried breakfast filled the air and Mordred was in heaven.“God, this is good. Thank you, Sweetie”“You’re welcome,. ” She looks around, making sure she didn’t miss anything. She remembers the two doors at the back. “Oh, and the door on the right I use as storage, there’s nothing interesting in there, mostly some old boxes and extra equipment, it’s better if you don’t mess with it, I wouldn’t want you to accidentally damage some of the equipment, it’s very valuable.”She looks at me as if I was a child, but all I can do is nod quietly.“And that other door is the bathroom I told you about, it’s all yours. You. He tightened his grip on his arm as he pinned it against his back and raised his other hand to deliver 10 hard smacks on Krissy's bottom. He purposely hit his bottom with a slight upward glancing blow so that the soft flesh vibrated with each smack."Please stop daddy I can't take a spanking like this," he pleaded.He said nothing as he caressed the bottom again which was starting to feel mildly warm yet was still white. Daddy had spanked many previous "daughters" and was an expert in.