And Trisha is the one that made Carolyn dance on the bar. I refused to. Plus, I wasn’t drunk like Carolyn. No, she didn’t lie to you about that. I...didn’t do anything with any other men that night, or that week, or ever since we started dating. I don’t want any other man. My heart and soul only want you. Even when I was mad at you, I never dreamed of being with any other guy.’ ‘So, you wanted to tell me that Carolyn and Trisha got drunk and danced on a bar? Every night that week I was scared to. Scifres had shown much improvement at all...Hans was confident that now he'd left her care, Angela Scifres was once again stuffing Twinkies and other grotesqueries in her mouth, undoing all his good work. Alas.?Hans walked to the house, climbed the unkempt, badly kept steps and rang the doorbell. Hans waited. He heard some scuffling from the inside, and curses. Cyrus Thibodeau will pay for that...making me wait on the porch, cursing. Ach, much work to do here. Hans's fingers longed to grip a. There were also 14 of the Kraut grenades. Now, that's what I call service!As usual, the map for today can be found in your uniform shirt pocket. Good bye and have fun.I called the men over and explained what the pile of magazines and grenades was all about. Each man took an appropriate magazine and two of the new grenades. I told them to load their weapons with the new hollow point bullets to start out with, but to keep the alternate magazines and clips handy in case there was the need for a. “Yes, I… I would too.” She looked away as we prepared our coffees.“Maybe you need some discipline.”“Maybe I do, Daddy. Maybe I’m a bad girl who needs some training.”My cock twitched, and began hardening.“You and Shelby are definitely in need of some training.”“Max too. He pretends, but he’s kind of submissive, deep down.”I laughed. “Uh… I never quite envisioned myself spanking Max, ya know? Not really my dream.”“Might be his, though.” We both laughed.~~~“Saddle up!” I called out. The sun shone.