To see the least. I tired to bury this thought and enjoy the time I had with Eva. I could tell that she was doing the same.The night before I headed o...t on the tour we went to dinner and afterwards to a café for a drink. Up to that point we had both tried to avoid bringing up the issue trying to keep up the, admittedly, forced gaiety between us. The mood became even more sombre as we walked back, hand in hand, to her apartment in the Latin Quarter. There was silence between us. I was feeling. Actually, had he really read my mind, he would have said, "I'll send Alonso down to help Sandra. You, just stay there. Turn on the radio and tune it to your favorite station. Enjoy your coffee. Dick around on the computer for awhile or just get out your book and read for a few hours."That's what I wanted to do. But it was definitely in my best interest to go get Alonso and keep José from mistraining Sandra completely.First, though, I decided to duck out the side door and go to my car. As I. She groaned with something more than pain. I smacked her ass again and now she was moaning, pushing her ass out to take more punishment. I smacked her a third time and this time I let my hand rest there to squeeze the reddened flesh. “Do you want it?” I whispered in her ear. She didn’t answer, so I spanked her ass again and repeated the question. “I want it,” she gasped. “Beg for it,” I growled. “Please,” she moaned. “Fuck me. Fuck me like a bitch in heat.” I pulled the thong down and slid. Everything else from the outside looks totally like me Kevin, wellexcept that my arms and legs are super thin and I must have shrunk a fewinches.Yes, my name is or was Kevin, even though the kids at school are callingme Karen. By the way if I didn't bring this up yet, this is also myfirst day of middle school, or 6th grade if you didn't read part one ofmy story. I am continuing this story after we just received, and put onour new gym uniforms."I really don't feel good Ms. Springsteen, can I get.