Hate. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ ‘Simon?’ Sound, interestingly enough, was not an invasion. He allowed it to spread like the balms he had given burn vic...ims. He understood the words relieve and sooth. ‘Simon? Things should be a bit softer now.’ He observed pulses along his being. A rising of bone and air here, a warming and brightening of skin there. If before had been a violation, this was an initiation. There was no tearing this time, or fear, or disgust, there was exploration and a gradual. I know what kinds of jerks most of them became. Maybe we’re supposed to make the world better.”“Do you think we’re here to save the Murrah Building?”“Sure.”“I don’t think so.”“Why not?”“I was a mathematician. You worked maintenance. We aren’t crime fighters or detectives. I came back in 1972. You came back this year. That bombing wasn’t until 1995. I don’t think we’re supposed to sit around for 22 or 23 years to right that one wrong.”“There are other things between now and then.”“Do you. She was genuinely scared and she wanted to cry. He smacked her again, hard and this time she did cry out, tears falling as she said ‘please, stop. It hurts. I cant take it’. ‘You will take as much as I choose to give you bitch. You are my slave. The more you moan, the longer this will go on – now shut it’ The spanking seemed to go on forever. His hands were hard and seemed to zero in on her most painful spots. She could feel the heat as her ass got redder and redder. He was making sure he hit. ’ ‘Love is…sweetened by…laughter.’ ‘Indeed…it is,’ he said, offering up another kiss and clamping her hips possessively with his large hands. ‘A kiss is …but a kiss …but it is …. I am told …better than the…flick of a wrist.’ ‘I’d have…to agree…though it depends…what the wrist…is doing though.’ ‘Are you qualifying…my anti…masturbatory…tract?’ ‘No…I…am…fucking…you.’ ‘Good boy!’ ‘I am…aren’t I?’ ‘And, so…deliciously…audacious…of you’ ‘Isn’t that what…you like… about me?’ ‘What are…my likes…to.