What happened to me? To us. Who isJennifer? I have to be responsible for her. I have the incredible,intoxicating, unbelievable burden of protectin... her...her body..herperson...her individuality. I'm not strong enough for this. But I haveto. I have to try. I have resolve this...for both of us. Get up. I have to get up. Keep moving. This body didn't feel as alienas I walked to my bureau. I was aware of completely aware of itsdifference, but quickly moved to open the drawer, keeping. I might feel a bit more adventurous tomorrow, maybe get my bearings with daylight and take a look around. I was about to gulp the last of my coke and ice, having tried to at least pretend there was something like Morgan's in it. In the corner of my eye I kept noticing a flash of colour that was very bright, when I turned my head a little it was a very obvious pink. A woman in a brightly coloured coat turned away from the reception desk and looked towards where I was sitting to find an empty. Then, remembering how you wanted to be my good girl and how you'd talked back to me, you start crying. "I'm so sorry, please forgive meeeee!" Then it happens, your will totally breaks, and you just lay there, no longer resisting, bawling like a little girl over my knee as I finish your spanking. You don't register that the spanking is over until I lift you up and sit you on my lap as you cry into my chest. You nuzzle your head into the crook of my neck as your tears begin to slow. You sit up. She would get it later... "Yeah... well... maybe that's just a subterfuge. I'm really a satyr! You ever consider that fact?" he teased, grinning."Yes... but I don't believe you're anything that a good shower won't cure this morning, big daddy. Remember, we've lots of work to do. You're already three days late..." I know... I know. Okay. Get the grub on, baby... I'll be with you in a jiffy... and... and incidentally, this satyr loves you..."Beth felt it all the way from her heels, an emotion for.