.. (pondering imponderables)Ok, I am sorry I woke you up. I as one of your readers am enjoying the story, even if your characters do acknowledge that ...hey are in a story, and notice the reader at times. Not to insult you, but couldn't you do something about the punctuation and spelling though?I have a better idea, how about you voluntere damn how do you spell that anyway how about you offer to edit for me? Actualy, if I had to nitpick the story, My laziness would probably win, and there. Go with the others. I look forward to seeing what you have learned tonight,” he added with a mysterious smile, again looking more at Lucas, then at Cory.The servant nodded in the same fashion he had noticed the others doing and walked away, without looking at his master or his companion.Lucas voiced his protest as soon as Cory was no longer within earshot.“Xavier, is this a way for you to torment me?”“What are you saying?” Xavier feigned innocence. “He just needs the practice.”“He needs the. She is an angelic being, a spirit of the brown earth. He goes to hang the towel on his balcony to dry. The girl has become a statue again standing bare in the middle of his bedroom, bent forward with her hands on her knees, so that her ample muscular bottom sticks out an invitation. She is looking in his direction but her eyes are unseeing again. Ouan eventually catches on. He fumbles with his zip and drops his pants. He throws off his shirt, worried as usual about his extra flaps of. She would put the tip against my nipple and poke and prick at me until I wanted to either scream or just push myself forward and impale myself on the cold steel myself.After that, the "treatment" really started.Yes, you probably expected that that was it, but you would have been wrong. The Doctor was nothing if not thorough. Every day, every day for nearly six weeks, that was just the beginning of my pain.The next steps in the treatment were - in order: injections for my lips and cheeks,.