The boy and his sister cried each other to sleep that night, thinking they would never see him again.’ ‘Did they?’ ‘They saw him every now and...then. They would visit him, since he would never make a trip to see them. Every time the boy went to see his father, even when the boy grew up into a man, he hated his father just a little more and a little more. Finally, the boy and his sister moved on, each one having families of their own. The sister was the kinder of the two. She took her children to. You will sit at the dining table and I will give you one hundred lines to do. You will then face the wall and think about how naughty you have been before I give you a spanking.” Amanda blushed as she saw Samantha smiling at her distress. Of course she well remembered the spanking she had given her in class. The norm was for all teachers to give one or other of their pupils a spanking almost every day. It was always for a good reason; being late for class or being disruptive in class were. " I don't regret killing the bandits that attacked us," Maes said."It is not the killing that worries me," Rohea said. "It is the method by which you did it." Killing with a sword is ... personal and just," Rohea continued. "Magic isn't. And there was an aura of evil that I felt with it."Maes nodded. "I felt it too. But when I was doing it, it felt so right. Like I could do anything I wanted." Promise me that you'll not use that power again," Rohea said."I will try my best," Maes answered.The. .. I should probably give some insight as to how this all occurred. I'm Jessi; my friend that I'm sitting atop of is Peter. We meet years ago on the internet and as our friendship grew so did the passion between the both of us.About a week ago Pete e-mailed me asking if there'd ever be a chance that we could meet. At first it seemed damn near impossible, I live in the States, he in New Zealand, but as an optimist I told him I'd look into, there had to be a way. I found the way, writing the trip.