I hadn't much time to take the train, so I had to rush to my dorm room, take some laundry and go to the station.Usually I like to change some clothes ...oo before going, but had not many choice as it's the end of the week and most of my clothes are part of the dirty laundry.Anyway that day I didn't take a general look before departing and what I choose gave some unprecedented memories with the surrounding men all the way back!What I choose consisted of a dark green jacket, almost like a man. Six of them Margaret. Six lines of fire across your arse with each stroke. Imagine it Margaret. Imagine the audience of men and perhaps some women for they are often more cruel, urging me to hit harder and harder. To go on and on and on. Till your arse is one bleeding blister. Margaret Smith you have three chalk marks against your name, you know how many strokes that is?" Six." Margaret was sobbing hysterically now. "Has something snapped in Jeremy’s mind? Will he flog me like he is saying. Why don’t you and Dan go out for some drinks and dancing, get to know each other again? I’m sure it won’t take long for the love sparks to fly,” Vicky suggested.“That’s a good idea. I always loved the sexy moves of your body when you dance,” he remembered.“We can go to the Hen House and have some sexy fun just like the old days,” Karen whispered to him.“Sounds like a great idea to me.” He eyed her cleavage.“I’ll go, freshen up a little and change into something really sexy,” she smiled, giving. ' Zax murmured. His soul towered above him, high, suddenly so tall that, perhaps, its height was not shorter than the Inner Panorama's length to any direction from it. 'There is almost barely fog, and it's easier to see in comparison to how it looked before I comprehended the third bottleneck... ' His voice softly said.Turning his head gently to the sides, Zax was bewildered by the width of his soul. Opposite to its height, the width was an entirely different matter. Now, instead of looking.