"See?" Ok. For Violet, I'll do it." She shouted at the kids, "Don't get your knickers in a twist ... I'm feeding Violet. If you want to work I'll feed...you."The gang of kids disappeared at the word ... work.She groused about 'Kids these Days', 'permissive parents' and 'crazy laws' ... and 'it wasn't like that when I was growing up' ... Ed was right there holding out the platter while she played Zorro with the knife and beef.The more she bitched a fit, the higher the platter filled. When ever she. Something broke. He couldn’t speak. The big dog was biting him again. He hit it again with his other foot, but it made no difference. The girl again, he swung and connected on her chin about this time she hit his solar plexus. He saw stars and everything went black for a moment. It’s a wonder he didn’t hit the ground. Got to leave he thought as he lunged towards the Gate. All three dogs were barking right behind him. They stopped and were sitting inside the fence at the property line when the. Good luck, Zeus, indeed.We rolled to the traffic control point, and Arti flashed her false ID to a new guard. It was 1008 hours."No traffic in or out. We just got a flash alert. Something's happening. Nothing through on Bear Island Road," she said to the surprised guard.She was a good actress. I almost believed it. We roared off down the highway toward Lake Buena Vista.I sent the prepared message to the Secretary of Homeland Security's email account, via the back door in the White House's. My senses turned to my immediate vicinity, where could feel the cold hard sensation of wood on my naked skin. I was in the 'all-fours' position, but something was different.I was straddling what felt like a wooden bench. I could feel the cold wood against my flat stomach and small, firm tits. It was too short though, only supporting me down to my lower abdomen. This meant that my tight little heart-shaped ass was hanging over the edge. On closer examination, it wasn't a normal bench. The edges.