" Hartwell told her.The female cast her eyes down, then the tears started to come faster. "I am sorry Lord sir. I did not mean to waste liquid in fron... of you. I accept what punishment you deem necessary." Punishment? What in the hell do you mean?" Hartwell said, then immediately regretted it when he saw the female cringe back from him."I am wasting something Lord sir. However you wish to punish me, I will accept. It is after all your right as a male." The female told him.Hartwell's mouth. I’m just jealous, I want to feel the way they do, I just can’t anymore.”John had no response, he looked up at the huge Christmas tree, lost in his own thoughts. He did, however, feel the need to say something.“It’s one hell of a tree. I think you’d have to see it at night to really appreciate it though.”He turned and looked at Carol. The chameleon quality of her face constantly amazed him. At times she looked young and vibrant, other times, like now, she appeared older, tired, and frayed.“Yes,. He put his fingersto the fabric and brought them quickly to his nose. At once, his eyes flewwide. He drew the finger away from his face and examined it as if it was aloaded gun. Closing his eyes, he brought the digit back to his nose. With deepdeliberate breaths, he began to relish the musky aroma of feminine arousal. * * * Over the next several days, Henry Stuart conducted his research like a manpossessed. In many ways, he was just that. He studied much harder than he everhad for any exam, for. A sophomore in high school. Dark hair down just past my shoulders. Never wear it in a pony tail though; I don’t like it like that. Hazel eyes. Long finger nails. I’m about five six with a slender body. 36C cup breasts, with a nice round butt. No boyfriend to speak of. I decided to stay single for a while after I found out that all my ex boyfriend wanted was sex. I have a lot of guys crushing on me though. But there’s just one of them that’s kind of different. Chris. He’s always telling me how.