That led to a second subject for investigation, Stewart’s campaign finances. Who was donating money to Stewart, and what were they getting in return...The sort of thing we needed was his financials, as well as some very discreet inquiries into everything else. Specifically, how had a guy who had never once worked in the private sector but had always worked for the government somehow become a multimillionaire? Inquiring minds wanted to know! We needed to hire a forensic accounting team, and not. .They never gave me much time or warning, and I felt the first stroke of the whip on my back...Ian always said a hit with a whip was like a kiss, but they were more like little bites...The first four hurt like hell, but by the 6 and 7 I was already floating, the rest of the strokes only making my nice subspace higher. it was like floating, and felt like giggling. Before I knew it my mouth was took in an aggressive kiss, leaving me breathless . Before I could get my bearings I got another kiss,. At February half-term I actually got to fly for the first time, when we went skiing in the Alps. Caity took to skiing far better than me. She seemed to be a natural at it and completely fearless. I was more tentative and awkward. As with most things in life, I doubted I would ever be much good at skiing, but that didn’t stop me from having fun in the snow. Even more fun was the toboggan run in a nearby village, which gave birth to a love of adventure rides that would last a lifetime! As always,. I joke with him, calling it a "military-emo cut". He had a muscular build, without his shirt, which even though he rarely wore one, you could see a stark farmers tan. A country boy in and out. I stood next to him, a tall 5"10, pale and skinny, my long hair any color but what it was naturally. At this point, blue, black and pink. "We look like polar opposites," I told him. "Opposites attract," He whispered and his kissed my lips again. I giggled inside as we were in many ways alike. He lifted.