And talking about them to a sympathetic listener took my mind off the other stuff I kept thinking about, all the negative stuff about myself.As I said...before, I had been thinking about the possibilities of online publishing.[Jeff's Note: The stuff that comes now is maybe kind of boring if all you're interested in is the personal stuff. Feel free to skip it unless you're really into publication detail. Ok, you have been warned.]The way we did our documents at AGC was a traditional model. We had. During the process I removed her bra and released those nice, firm 38's. I adjusted the four straps around the sheath that reinforced the lacing andthen tugged at the straps across her shoulders until they were taunt. Replacing the ankle clamp with a short hobble chain I rolled her over onher back and straddled her stomach. The look on her face when she saw whatI held in my hands was priceless and more than made up for the business I wouldlose because she was no longer a customer. The nipple. All four of the remaining boys were upset over the loss of their two house parents. The new parents were caring for the physical needs of the children, but they hadn't had time to build up any emotional rapport with them. Part of the problem was that these were older children, hardened by years of shuffling in the institutional and foster care systems. They were upset because they had found a comfortable and nurturing situation, then had the objects of all that nurturing, suddenly pulled, and. Her rule of course which meant we often had to get home earlier than we wanted to. “What did I tell you this morning?” “I know Zofia, but” “Enough. I want you to answer my question Matthew.” I could see she was in no mood to be messed about. I looked at the floor and said “you told me to be back on time without fail.” “Exactly. So what do you deserve?” I looked up quickly “no please Zofia, not a spanking. Please no.” I knew the answer of course. An unwritten rule imposed by Zofia..