Peterson was enjoying the long weekend at her Northern Virginia home, with family. She'd just make a short trip into the internet to check her mail, b...fore brunch. There were thirty-seven routine messages, which could wait until tomorrow. There was one that would not wait, it immediately caught her attention:To: S.PetersonFrom: Flash Flash Red TomatoThe key to decrypt this message has been sent to Thomas Fitzhugh.[several lines of obviously coded message followed]She'd been on this job for. "That's impossible!" She said the same thing once, but she didn't put the gusto into it that you just did. In fact, she was a little desperate to believe it was possible." No," she shook her head. "You're not one of them."My fingers froze on the strings, "One of them?"She shook her head even harder. The music convinced her to speak, "Those disgusting stories she reads. Soul takers don't exist!" Soultaker," I whispered. "I like it." You're not real!" Knock on her door and tell me I'm not real.". Most of the people were sitting attables or milling around near them. There was a large empty section justin front of the stage that looked like it was intended to be a dancefloor. As I scanned the crowd I found several familiar faces.My mom, Heidi, Luanne, Patricia, Gloria, Jerry, and Jill's parents allsat at the same table in the back corner near the entrance. There wereothers I recognized in the crowd, kids from school, but none that I knewreally well, not that I knew a lot of people really. She had clearly done something wrong and had been punished for it. But the firm spank had excited her. A wicked thought came into her mind. Twisting herself slightly sideways, she slipped her left hand underneath herself, cupping her pussy, her fingers tracing over her lips, dipping a little way inside, feeling her own wetness enhanced by the trickle of oil. And then, reaching back a little further, her fingertips touched his balls, swinging to and fro between her thighs. Again her arm was.