I had really hurt her feelings and now I had to rectify it. I wanted so badly to take her in my arms but after all I had done would she react properly... Anyway I had to take my chance.Me: Puno can you forgive me for the first and last time in my life ? I promise never to suspect you ever in my life.(She instantly put a hand over my hands and shut my mouth.)Puno: Love I can never can be angry with you. It is just that I was hurt that you misunderstood me but maybe I acted pretty well that you. I am going to punish you. Now bend over." He growls the last sentence and his tone brooks no argument. I’m beginning to feel a bit apprehensive, but I listen. I bend over the desk. “That’s better. Let’s see if you can continue to listen, shall we?” I don’t know whether he’s teasing me or not when I feel his hands on my thighs, sending shivers through my skin. Suddenly, my skirt is being hiked up around my waist and my underwear is yanked down, pooling around my heel-clad feet. The rush of air. She was just now heading to the Fresno airport to wait the hour the flight would take and asking if I still was going through with this, to which I said that it was too late to turn back. Arriving in Fresno, I finally met the person I had been corresponding with online for months and the person who had decided to give up her marriage in order to do what she pictured as being a great improvement. So we left from the Fresno airport and made our way to Bakersfield and then headed out across the. Tanner had made his money years ago, and could retire, but that was not what the man was about. At age forty-six, he was lean, tanned, with a rawhide look. His eyes are what you looked at. They are light blue, and danced with humor. Sports reporters often commented that Clint played every game like it was the “Super Bowl.” They thought that his goal was the “Hall of Fame.” Hell no, he played that way, because that is the way his old man played the game of life. Clint’s mother had died two.