To access them.As always, I only write from my own personal experience and none of my stories are fiction or made up at any point. With all due respec... to fantasy writers, I find that writing from experience, or at least based on reality brings depth to the stories. Philosophy aside, let me delve into the story.It was a couple of years ago when I was active on Facebook that I received a friend request from a woman. From the pictures, Shweta looked every bit the typical Indian woman, a couple of. But she could not resist. The little guy was so cute.Lindsey opened the bag and extracted half a dozen peanuts. "Here you go," she said, tossing one down. Morris caught it in his teeth. "You are such a clever little boy. I like that."Morris worked the shell with his front paws and teeth.The day they were to leave, Lindsay had taken off to pack and clean the apartment. Frank had not arrived home until eight o'clock, sour and grumpy, and then subjected Lindsey to a four hour drive. She had slept. Not to mention the way I was clothed. There was a short reminder on school rules and policies and I was led in front of the class. I bent over the teacher's table and she took a long ruler which she wanted to spank me with.It was the 20th century and one wouldn't believe there is a school that still does these kind of things. Neither did I but when I found it I knew I wanted to go there, and it was close to our place. So then the fun started.She lifted my skirt to spank me. They normally spank. "What about Margie and George?" he asked, changing the subject. "What's wrong with them?" It has something to do with Margie having a female friend and George having sex with Cindy." I told him flat out."Yes, I know that Margie had been into girls before she met George, but George and his sister?" Howard asked, shocked."Well," I said, "it happens in the best of families."We went back into the room. The girls stayed for another forty- five minutes. They were very pleased with the wreath they had.