“Um… yes… I know,” cried the poor boy.“Wouldn’t want your mother to find out, would we?” I clasped my hands together with my elbows on t...e counter and sticking my butt out a bit.“No,” he quietly let out a faint sound.“That’s going to be ‘No, ma’am’ for the rest of the night,” I moved closer to him.“Uh… No, ma’am,” he replied like the obedient little boy he is.“Now come with me and I’ll show you how I handle naughty boys,” I grabbed his hand and led him over to the couch.“Yes, ma’am,” he chirped. I'm sorry."She just shook her head again and then her tears started to flow. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a warm kiss. He could taste the salt of her tears as she kissed him. "Peter Stewart, you're terrible!" That's what Jan says all the time, too. Since you both say it, I guess it must be true. Now let me go, lady, before my wife sees you. She's jealous and she's tough!"Cindy loved her little car. It handled like the turbo-charged rocket it was. From then on she handled. She even did someof her own research. ??????????? One day sheadmitted she had interest but she would not be the bottom, I was to change myways. Oh you know I had the usual thoughts ?I will let her try and seeing thatshe was not use to a top role, that maybe I could change this up real quick.? Iwas mistaken in that thought. When we started she could show a dark side of herI never knew existed at all. I had a bag of supplies that I had bought. Ibrought them to her house to play with. I lost my. For fifteen miles I followed John easily along the two lane main highway. He turned on his turn signal as we approached a county road. I had never even thought about following someone before and I didn’t quite know what to do. He had chosen a small county road to turn onto and after following him for 15 miles from town, it would be too obvious for me to follow him down that road. I let him turn and then pulled into the next driveway, turned around and quickly retraced the path to the road.