.. trips to the restroom to rest every fifteen minutes ... and the oddest idea of what tasted good ... like dill pickles in ranch dressing ... or stra...berry ice cream and raspberry jam topped with chocolate sauce ... gag.Every time I stepped in the kitchen and asked for what I couldn’t find I asked if she was sure.“I’ll be fine,” she lied.Since she had hidden my prospecting gear here ... there ... and everywhere, I must have asked 35 times and got the same answer: “I’ll be fine.”After it was. "Well I'm sorry to hear that things didn't work out with you and Lydia."He laughed nervously. "I remember you telling me not to go move in with her. I guess I should have listened to you." You never wanted to marry her?" I asked."Not really. I mean I don't know. There was something missing there. I asked myself over and over again if I imagined myself spending the rest of my life with her and I just didn't."I was about to say something else when I heard my mother's voice behind me."Gabby-"She. Let's eat and we will go get it and bring it home." We ate breakfast and she wanted to take a shower. Then we went to get her car. Debbie wasn't real hungry - the thought of breakfast made her a little green which I understood completely. I'd been that hungover before and it isn't fun! I got her to eat some toast though to help soak up some of that alcohol and a small glass of milk to neutralize and settle her stomach. After we got back and she was feeling better, we sat down on the couch and. ” “You are doing a good job with your punishment session. Remember, if you ever feel you should be punished, go to my office and if I am not there, ring the bell four times. Then take off your panties, lay the spanking implement you want to be punished with next to you, and bend over my desk. Be sure your legs are wide spread.” “Yes, sir. I will remember, sir” Tap, whistle, Crack! “Three. Thank you, sir.” Each cane stroke felt like a hundred bees were stinging her in a straight line. Alice.