One day Pat presented me with the coolest looking flannel shorts, she had made them for me, she asked me to try them on, so I did, no underwear undern...ath, they were so soft, little did I know that she had plans.One night Pat summoned me to the bedroom and told me to go stand in the corner, I didn't argue. She calmly scolded me for my misdeeds for the week and announced that I was going to get a spanking, my face turned red, I could feel it flush, but I had an erection. She then told me to go. No missing persons reports were filed in regards to the unknown woman. There was nobody that stepped forward to identify her. There was nothing to link me to anybody and the overburdened child welfare division of the State of California was more than happy to find someone to take me off their hands. Mom calls me her cabbage patch kid. She says it was just meant to be. I have to admit that I am curious to have the whys answered and put all the pieces of the puzzle into place. It won’t change a. Along the north rim of the valley, I found the honey vine Mother Sofala asked about. The flowers of honey vine attract bees, lots of bees. If you leave several empty skeps scattered around a patch of honey vine, bees will inhabit one or two of them during swarming season.Seeds for honey vine sprout and grow easily anywhere there is fertile soil and adequate water. We already have dozens of patches scattered across our lands, as do many other people from Mokoko. The problem is that only wild. Yui flushed the toilet, rinsed the vomit taste out of her mouth, and checked herself in the mirror. She looked like a wreck. She was covered in sweat, there were heavy bags beneath her bloodshot eyes, and her roots were showing beneath her elaborately dyed hair. Her clothes were wrinkled and dishevelled. God, she looked like a homeless person. There was an angry pounding at the bathroom door. Yui sighed and opened it, letting the next person rush in, clutching his stomach. A line had already.