I remembered where I have seen Lynnette before. She was in the photo Jake sent. And the other pairs of eyes were from that same photo. This is the fam...ly Jake had taken a pic with. But if Lynnette is the mom, there is no way she can be in her late twenties. The oldest daughter looked in the photo to be about eighteen which it turns out is almost exactly what she is.The thirteen year old (or so I assume) grabs my bag and disappears with it. I am taken to the shaded porch of the house, where. Bill will give me the money. No matter how much he hates me, he's a good man. When I tell him what I need the money for, he'll at least help get the trucker his money back.After using the bathroom, she walked quickly by the coffee, lest she give in to the wonderful smell and buy a cup with her precious money. No. I have to keep that twenty for gas. It's going to be close, anyhow. Maybe too close. My car is using more gas than I expected, and I can't drive any slower without attracting. The most notable thing about it was the cover drawing, in full color, of a male professor using a slide rule to spank the bare buttocks of a female student. She was over his knees, her skirt was up, her blue and white panties were down, and she held a term paper with a big red F on it. I saw no point in lying, “Yes, I’ve seen it.” “Well, this is like what your punishment will be too. Just like this poor coed, I’m going to take you over my knees and beat your bare backside.” She has to be. The drive in a little van was short, about twenty minutes. Allthe time, he held my hands, kissed me just about everywhere and said notto worry. All that I knew is that we were moving to this village for sometime. I wasn't worried or afraid or anything, but lactating (every two orthree hours my breasts would start producing milk in great quantity) hadmade me very sensitive on various levels. My whole body felt warm, almostfeverish; mentally I felt mellow, slightly vulnerable, in a state.