Jimmy would drive his truck with Aaron while we would ride with the parents. I shrugged. It would be good. I didn’t have to drive and so would get t... sit close to Agnes. We rode to the church.I enjoyed the services with Agnes. We held hands during prayers and I used the prayer time in the main service to pray for my beautiful redhead who would soon be my wife. It was comfortable to have her next to me.At the end of the service, we left to return to the farm. Agnes and I walked from the truck to. It's not a bad thing, but seeing it all the time is disheartening. I didn't know how long I could resist. One day, I would've caved in and given myself away. I needed an excuse to break up with him, and he gave it to me on a silver platter.My girlfriends -- lying, conniving bitches, all of them -- aren't what I'd consider as my friends. Given a chance, any of them will stab me in the back and bring me down.Then there's Dan Warner and his group. They look so...happy, so carefree and honest. I. To this day I can’t believe the words that came out of my mouth next.“You really are a filthy little slut aren’t you?”She smiled and nodded the affirmative. “Wipe that smile of your face and put your head down you little whore!”She obeyed.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I returned to my position behind her. This time I didn’t hold back. The next crack of my paddle on her bare ass echoed down the hall and her yelp of. I have to admit this was because I knewCarol never wore skirts, or hadn't for a couple of years since the momenta head we used to have, who insisted on them for female teachers and tiesfor the men, left. "I" had stayed in long skirts at school after that andusually wore jeans at home but now I really liked wearing shorter skirtsand I wanted to share my delight in them with Carol.When they arrived, Carol in smart pink slacks, I saw her do a double-takeat my knees, even more than Bill did. As.