”“Well, I’ve been afraid of death loads of times. A combat soldier who isn’t afraid of death doesn’t get a medal; he gets a psychiatric eval...ation. If he survives. Bravery isn’t not being afraid; it’s going forward when you’re scared shitless. Second, life is much more frightening than death.”“Well, I’m not going forward; I’m hanging on. This is a great place in my life, really.”“I must have scarred you horribly,” Dad said. “There was a time when there were two things I wanted, you and she, and. It is going to feel much warmer before I am through. I rub your bottom in circles. I can feel you start to squirm on my lap. I raise my hand and the spanking begins. The swats are not terribly hard, but they do leave a sting. I alternate cheeks, right and left and from the middle of your bottom down to just above your knees. I spank you for 5 minutes and your bottom and thighs are dark red. You are squirming and bouncing on my lap. With each swat, you gasp and squirm more. I tell you to stand. Derek finally builds up her nerve to lean over and kiss him. Before long they're going at it like a couple of horny teenage girls. I see flashes of tongue and the occasional moan slips out from one of them the longer this goes on. Derek has one hand on the back of Matt's head and the other one is running over her leg just below the hem of her skirt. Matt still seems a little unsure of where her hands should be, they keep fluttering from place to place, never really settling. Finally Derek grabs. " I think I have died and gone to Heaven," I said. "Are you really angels?"Jill laughed, "I can guarantee Caitlyn isn't." Mom..." Caitlyn whined."Just teasing sweetheart," she said. "Are the eggs ready?"Caitlyn nodded and poured some scrambled eggs into the pan. Jill added some green onions and shredded cheese. Hot Damn! That looked good. Mom always called that a Joe's Scramble, everything all mixed together in scrambled eggs. My normal breakfast was a cup of cold cereal, since I hated to cook.