.well, this morning it struck me ...I was dumpingparts of me. No other way to put it. It wasn't the usual stuff of poopand it wasn't the usual stuff o... the flu. It was yellowish liquid with...all I can say is, chunks of skin. Or flesh. Chunks of me. When theidea struck me, it was only because of something that Craig had said,about the Ebola virus, and I remembered reading about people 'bleedingout' as their tissue sort of liquefied and they died.I was freaked at first except for two reasons.. .and give me an A."Mrs. Sara Snowden started moving slowly, in utter disbelief that she was about to do something so illegal and morally wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. It felt as if a blanket of light had warmed her brains and gave the feeling of floating. She didn't have a choice. She wanted to do whatever the voice coming through the fog told her to do, which was odd enough. The part that scared her was that she wanted to do it well, and make the student telling her what to do a. It was so small that one had to get up close and personal with it if you wanted to really see the action.The dinner was fabulous.Julie had really outdone herself.She brought a plate out for Angela in the hallway along with a glass of wine to wash it down. Poor Angela was embarrassed but she ate it up down to the last bite.Then, much to my surprise, she invited the young deputy into our cozy little space and announced that all three of us would sleep on the gym mat because her back was killing. Cade reached over and tilted her chin up and then he gave her a squeeze. "If you misbehave then you deserve a lickin', right?" He yanked Jessica over his knee as if he was going to spank her and she began nervously kicking her legs in protest. "Little girls who are bossy deserve good hard spankings," Cade smiled playfully and then he raised his hand in the air and brought it down in one sweeping motion, barely tapping her on the bottom.Jessica thrust her hand back to cover her bottom and.