I'm sorry."Mrs. Chapman looked at me for a moment, trying to look inside of my head. Lately it seems like everyone is trying to read my mind.Karen qui...tly said, "It isn't entirely her fault. I'm not saying she couldn't have or shouldn't have been a better mother. She most definitely could have. But she was raised the way she was raising her daughter. Someone needed to rap her nose with a rolled up newspaper to get her attention but no one ever did. Tyler has taken it upon himself to get her. ’With her grandmother tightly gripping her wrist, Maddy knew that she had little choice but to comply. Extending her little pink tongue, Maddy leant forward and tentatively licked the ridge at the base of the cockhead causing it to jerk in response. Maddy licked some more, running her tongue over the silky glans and across the piss-slit where a little moisture had gathered.‘Excellent,’ smiled her grandmother. ‘You will make an excellent cocksucker one day, just like your mother.’‘My mother?’. The wind howled, and the rain beat. The dark sea churned, casting us this way and that -- until I didn't know up from down. The clouds, the sea -- same thing.It wasn't long before the wood began to splinter. The oars went first. Strong oars that had survived many voyages splintered like twigs before the roaring surge. Then the planking was stripped along the left-fore. The sea came in, and the men bellowed in terror. They cut their lashings and tossed themselves into the sea to their watery. The birds are greeting me with their happy singing, welcoming me into a new and wonderful day. The mere sight of the huge, old birch tree and shrubs of switches and wickers fills me with lust and anticipation and I am already wet. I have with me a pair of pruning shears and I collect switches and birch rods, from very slim ones to long and thick ones with sharp, elastic tips. My breathing becomes very heavy as I break one switch after another from the old weeping birch and in my mind I can.