He had been working his ass of for the past eight weeks in order to save up enough money for the tickets. Dan was humming the tune to Apothecaries Wei...ht when he heard his girlfriend exhale.Kacey was sat in the passenger seat smoking on a cigarette, she was flicking the ash out of the window as she had it rolled down. Kacey was about 5'4 and had quite a petite figure. Normally she had shoulder length black hair but she had chosen to dye it green for the festival. She was dressed in a tight red. Now he stood ready wearing a black muscle shirt, silver khaki's, and a silver trench coat. On his hands he had driving gloves without the finger parts. He wore the boots instead of sneakers. Silverfang rolls his eyes up into his head giving the once fearful look he knew so well. Xena forced herself to only look away so not to become afraid. He says, “My bike…?” “I learned how to keep it good for your return. It’s as good as new. Painted to your preference.” “Thank you Xena.” Silverfang now. I longed to be made a confessor and to spank or cane the naked bottom of a penitent.It was a cold winter's morning when I took my seat to the side of the Reverend Mother. The Reverend Mother had been a nun for almost fifty years and had spanked many,many bottoms in that time. She was strict and enjoyed listening to the excuses of the penitents before her,but no matter what they said ,or how much they pleaded and cried,the Reverend Mother had no doubt already made her mind up on the fate of the. It was the only thing he had to remember him by. Jason's father had always made the sword glisten in the morning sun throughout all their practices, something he was working hard to learn to do now.Wolfgang was sure that with enough practice he would be able to use it as well as his father. Other things came so easily to him. Figuring out how to make his inventions from his dreams work and gaining the skills needed to design them more practically with items at hand was so, so easy but using a.