I hated them. I absolutely hated them with all my being and I knew with all certainty that whatever this used to be was now gone. Wiping my eyes I ba...ged up the few remaining ‘personal’ items and stowed them in the car. Taking one final look for any more hidden stashes or secret hiding places I exchanged a glance with my uncle. Tomorrow the one month grace we’d been given would be up and the house would revert back to its new owners. They could deal with cleaning it up and clearing it out.. That was his girl reading to him. The girl he had fallen in love with, who looked good enough to eat even in a ratty sweater over worn blue jeans. She looked like she had stepped out of one of the happy dreams he sometimes had, dreams where his world was still like it should be.As his eyes closed and his brain began to shut down, those happy dreams and the image of Kylie mixed and it was difficult to keep them apart. Then, piercing through the fog in his brain, through the dulling effect of the. “Well, how about a girl? Not one for sex, at least notjust for sex. Beals, can you get me a girl I can spank.I mean, I know it may seem odd, but that happens to bewhat interests me, and, well, that’s what I want. Makeher about 18, in a little school-girl uniform, withwhite cotton panties. And get me an old fashioned woodenhairbrush while you are at it, and…”“Sorry. sir. I cannot do that. No spanking here. No onewill allow you to spank them. No one will spank you.. The long laces were strapped andknotted up his feminine clad legs, giving no chances of undoing them if hewas going to make the flight.Getting to his feet was difficult enough and the prospect of mincingacross the airport looking like a total service slut made his cheeks flushwith shame. His privates felt so constricted but he couldn't bring himselfto peek beneath the little skirt surrounded by so many people.Unfortunately after discovering his revealing chest he tugged at whatlittle fabric he.