And my god he’s such a good kisser! A few moments later, we both pulled away gasping for air. ‘Can I buy you a drink?’ I couldn’t talk, my ...outh literally would not form words. I nodded and followed him to the bar. My legs felt wobbly and my heart was racing like I had just ran a marathon. Who is this mystery man, and where the hell has he been hiding? The night continued with polite conversation over drinks while we swapped numbers. Neither one of us could deny the connection we were. “When I was your age, every night my daddy would come into my room to tuck me in and tell me a story.”“What kind of story?” Drew asked. “Dragons?”I don’t think Drew had ever actually read a story about a dragon, but he’d seen a kids’ movie and thought dragons were the be-all and end-all of fantasy creatures. I sort of had to agree.“You never know,” I said. “A story from Grandpa Saul is special.”“What about Grandma Deb?” Damon asked.“Oh, she’ll read whole books to you,” I said. “She read all the. ? With no warning, the ruler came down across her bottom. She screamed, her bottom stinging and, though she couldn’t see, a red welt beginning to form. ?What did you forget, slut?? Mr. Morris asked, grinning happily. ?One! One!? Lisa called out loudly. ?Too late!? Mr. Morris said, bringing the ruler down again. Lisa called out one immediately, wriggling her bottom as it stung. Morris wasted no time, spanking Lisa one after another, barely giving her enough time to. So much had happened that day, I’d already met so many new faces, all with different titles and positions. He said this was his area. Was he some kind of section head? That couldn’t be, a section head wouldn’t be dressed like this man. He looked to be about fifty. He was tall and bone thin. His hair was stringy, shoulder length and held out of his face with a pony tail. A long sleeved t-shirt with a Grateful Dead logo, faded Levis and funny looking suede boots completed his costume, for that’s.