If it had been just about anyone else, I would have had a bad reaction. My grandma had moved into a farmhouse that was currently under construction an... was watching my new farm. I think my response reflected that.“Anything you want,” I said with forced enthusiasm, which she saw through.“It’s not really that bad. It actually will give you some life experience,” she offered.That’s about as appealing as being told you’re going out on a blind date and ‘she has a great personality’—code for ugly or. As she walked out I asked if she had panties on under. She smiled and said no. Two hours later she returned and found me in the kitchen, she was smiling ear to ear. I asked how the meeting was. She went into detail on how he kissed her, fondled her and was surprised when he put his hands under her skirt to find her tight wet pussy and no panties under her pantyhose. He fingered her to the point she nearly came. He was telling how sexy she was how firm and tight her pussy was, what sexy legs she. The even shorter woman picked up Amelia’s black school strap and immediately began measuring the eighteen-inch piece of heavy leather across the seventeen-year-old’s bottom. She took her stance – left foot in front of her right, left knee slightly bent and concentrated upon landing that first swipe as hard as she could.Melanie ignored the girl’s sobs and sniffs and took the end of the strap in her left hand. Once satisfied, she sent it flying through the air, releasing the grip she had with her. ." She stopped when she saw Abigail hold up a book and gasped. "That isn't mine. That's a filthy book!" Ah found it on the bottom shelf." Abigail turned to the inside front cover. "Who's Annabel Spott?" Sprott," Margaret muttered. "She was ... umm ... a tenant," she said quietly."Oh ... not want her books?"Margaret took a deep breath. "When you were a baby. She'd um..." Margaret gulped. "She was murdered." Here?" Abigail asked, and Margaret shook her head. "In the flat?" Nah. Outside. But um.