.. sadness that I felt. I can’t begin to imagine how your feelings fluctuated, last night. Are you gonna be okay, without Canella and...”“Again,...the best I can offer is a yes and no. Yes because I have a real hope of ... and then no because I know there is a young lady carrying my child, and I can’t do jack about it. Last night on the drive home, I came close selling my soul to the devil ... to be there for Canella and my unborn son.”“I just can’t imagine yours or Canella’s feelings on this. " Not in those filthy garbs." said Anakin. "Besides, communion with the Force is a fully tactile experience which cannot very well be accomplished when you're bound to the physical realm by those cumbersome rags." So then I should..." Undress, yes of course. And quickly, your Master grows impatient. I don't want to have anything interfering with our connection to the Force." As you say, Master." whispered Ahsoka, meekly.Anakin watched intently as his young padawan disrobed.As she stood before. ”***Jennifer followed the doctor to the exam room door. Cynthia rapped twice and said, “Are you ready Ms. Meyers?” “Yes,” was the croaky nervous sounding reply. Doctor Peters opened the door and entered with Jennifer on her heels.Their patient sat demurely on the office chair, her hands pressed together and clenched between her knees.“I believe you’ve met Nurse Walker, she’s going to be assisting me with your examination.”Angela got a better look at the girl whose butt she had admired on the. Denver had given her and it wasn’t so bad now, warm and exciting and even arousing, even the challenge to sit down on anything other than a thick cushion had its funny side, so she started to wonder what eighteen strokes might feel like. Mrs. Denver had promised her more strokes if she kept lying. Her knickers were damp at the thought of all the pain and the crying but still she wondered. Maybe being spanked by her Mum will give her the same feelings. Why shouldn’t it in fact? So she decided.