Damn, but I learned to hate building those old carburetors though. All in all it was satisfying work and what I didn't like to do, someone else did. I...worked the seven to four shift with a long lunch. (unless it was a paid-for emergency. Then we worked until the job was finished. Not many of those came through.)I hammered together a heavy bench seat for the front of the cabin so that I had a place to sit and watch the day come alive. All that clover sure looked good, and smelled good too. I. Tonight would be our last night together for a long time, "I have to make it special."I thought. As we entered her house we slowly made our way toward her room. Figuring I should ask,"Wheres your dad?" She turned to me smiling."Hes gone Viridian City for the night. We are all alone."She dragged me into her room with a passionate kiss. As I continued to kiss her I drifted my hands toward the hem of her shirt and began to pull up but she pushed my hands away then pushed me to the bed."Ah ah. I grabbed my gun and put it to his head while Quisha stomped him in with the heel of her stiletto.“The fuck I done told you weak ass nigga? Didn’t I tell you I would end yo hoe ass right here.” I gave my piece to Quisha and told her to hold it. “Nah fuck that, Im gonna rip your eyeballs out and shit in them sockets first.” I looked over at Quisha.“If you see this nigga with anything metal, smoke his hoe ass.” I put mounted him and started to unload a flurry of punches to his face then eye. While in the washroom, Johanna asks me to lift my dress up so she can get a good look at my bottom, as I do she kneels down behind me and takes her time inspecting and feeling my naked bottom. She tells me that I have a superb bottom for spanking and hopes that I will let Peter spank it latter, adding that she is sure he would get great pleasure in having me over his knee or securely fastened down on his special table. We are gone the whole morning and I have a wonderful time with Johanna plus.