“He deserved to be punished, but not while you were angry. The teaching was wasted. All he learned was fear. There were two transgressions. First, h... violated my command by seeking me out. The second was creating the disruption at your restaurant. He did these things because he is impulsive and cannot control himself. Like a child, he acts without thinking.”“We both had reason to correct him and should have delivered the punishment together. In some ways, you and Child are alike. You acted. The woman and her daughters were naked, as was the crazed, wild-eyed white man.When the white man looked up to see the Indian riding in on his horses with two Nuns, he stumbled backwards. His hand flew to cover his heart. With his mouth opening in a silent scream – he staggered backward into a deep ravine. He was dead before he hit the rocks below.“Sisters of the Cloth!” The naked white woman screamed and clamped a hand over her privates – her other hand vainly trying to capture both her large. “This might hurt a little but I promise you I will make up for it.” He slowly takes one finger and enters me with an ease that only made me moan out more. “That’s it baby, just relax,” he moaned in my ear. I felt so good I could not help but follow his rhythm. Before I knew it the length of him was tenderly sliding inside of me one inch at a time. Suddenly a part of me started to feel a little pain. A little pain turn into a lot of pain and my moan turn into to a cry. “Baby, stop it hurts,” I. I briefly wondered what that knowledge might do to her.“Naaah, I got about 15 emails I haven’t answered and I haven’t checked my Facebook for a few days. That should keep me pretty busy for a little while.” I told her. “Tommy?” She said as if she wanted to ask me something, but seemed to change her mind. I got an impulse, an urge, to touch her arm, tell her everything was OK, tell her not to worry. But how could I tell her that after all that had happened; all that I’d done. I hurried to my.