Some other girls from our school with their mommiesare visiting too but they usually are communicating with lonely elderpeople while I as usually do t...ose nurses helping jobs: changingsanitary napkins, bathing and talking with them afterwards. I'm a boyso I help elder men but probably because of that weird red and whiteuniform and my longish hair I am constantly mistaken for a girl. Idon't mind it though it's weird when people call me Courtney instead ofKurt.December 24th. Christmas eve and. " Hi Julie, how does your bottom feel this morning?" asked Mike. " A bit sore, but I had a lovely warm feeling inside all night which has only just worn off!" Julie replied, "I heard Jenny being smacked over the phone, how are you Jenny?" "OK thanks and I hope Mike is going to give YOU a few more!" Jenny said.Mike said " Jenny had a spanking yesterday and you didn't as it was your first time, don't you feel we should rectify that ?" Julie said " I've never been spanked, and don't know what it. This started out as a typical discussion, about how my project was coming. She mention that I was a little behind and that marketing already has customers lined up to buy this product. She then proceeded to get up from her desk, walks over, behind me, and closes the door. This is generally a bad sign, because She only closes the door for two reasons, it a personal matter or she wants to yell at you. So I started bracing for the worst. She comes back and sits on the edge of here desk and starts. “Yeah. This was about a year ago. When my parents were still happy,” he said with sadness in his voice. Melody didn’t like to hear the sadness so she moved to another picture. It was Brandon with another guy and girl around his age. “Who are they?” She asked him.“That’s my ex girlfriend and my best friend. My best friend won’t talk to me though because he doesn’t get why my Dad had to move us all the way down here.” He looked sad again. Damn it, Melody thought, I can’t get him to be happy about.