She just happened to be the first. (Is that fair to them? No? Well, neither is life.)The point is, I wanted her to be happy. For that to happen, she n...eded to accept that she had 'moved' to America permanently.This brought up a problem that I had thought of but apparently not thought through completely. For her to be Kasumi Tendo, she had to have her 'memories'. But that meant she didn't naturally belong here, especially not without her family. I would have to wait for a natural grieving. Grace’s Son was six weeks old that week. We had acquired a turkey in Savannah and roasted it at our house. Grace made some of the vegetables at her house and transferred them to my kitchen. I also made some frozen vegetables that I brought with me from my house in the O’Connell Realm. We had both made pies and Christmas cookies. The children were much too young to enjoy them, but the adults certainly did.Just short of four weeks later was Christmas. We all attended Midnight Services in the. He pictured their sweet young asses, barely encased in their bikinis, quivering with each blow. In his dreams they fought over who would be spanked first. He'd lower their bikini bottoms and expose those tight little butt cheeks, before turning them pink. Of course he'd noticed how attractive they both were in the past, but never before thoughts like these. Shaking his head, he powered up his computer and started his letter."I thought you'd be grounded for the rest of the summer," Lynn. I had pledged a frat the first thing on arriving in college and didn't take long to get in one. Spending most of my time in between studying, I pretty much was in nonstop party mode.My roommate's name was Jason and we got along immediately after we met. He was a swimmer in High School like me and was the total surfbro type even down to looks with his shaggy blond hair. People constantly teased him about it and referred to him as "Spicoli" due to his resemblance to the famous character from.