I think I knew I had gone off the script of what was expected during spankings, and yet somehow, it had all felt right to me. All the words had flown ...aturally once I stopped second-guessing myself and got into the moment.“I don’t think she expected any of that. I certainly didn’t. I thought you’d ask her to say shit-hole, and cunt-hole and ask her things like why she smells like a fish when she is wet. You really are a very unusual young man,” she said before adding that I was my father’s. I am romantic in nature and you can call me a hopeless romantic. I didn’t believe in sex, but I’m a guy who believed in understanding a girl’s feelings more than being physical.We started getting close as the days passed and I thought I’ll tell her my feelings about her on Valentines Day. So one month prior to the Valentines Day, I started planning every detail to let her know how special she is to me. It was true love, I wanted the day to be very special, so I had planned everything to make. ............It had been a whirlwind of a couple of days, complete and utter chaos to now be doing something as mundane as cleaning this dusty library. Harry's inner mind taking him back two days earlier completely distracted from the task at hand. "BOY!!!!!!! get your sorry excuse of a man down here this instance, don't make me come up and beat you again" his uncle bellowed from downstairs, going slightly hoarse on the last syllable signalling his poor health. This finally prompted harry to get. Jack was already there at the bar and jumped up when we came in and showed us to the table that was to be ours. "Hi, you two, and, well, my, Jean, I have no words for how wonderful you look this evening," as he bent down to kiss my cheek which I turned away getting his lips instead. We ordered wine as we looked over the menus. I could also tell that Jack was looking me over as well. I was hoping he was famished. Our dinner was lovely and we had a cognac after, then asked Jack to come back with.