” He muttered drawing his fingers through his bangs. He had been having these erotic dreams about none other than Damon for the past two weeks since...the encounter in the elevator. And they all ended with him ejaculating in his dreams. He was not a k** to be having wet dreams damnit! And about Damon of all people too. This time, it felt even more real. It was a naked Damon. Looking glorious and sexy, his body pressed hard against his. He didn’t think he had ever known heat as intense as he had. . excuse me. Are you girls OK? You look kinda lost. Can I help you with anything?” Three pretty faces spun round and looked straight up into Stephen’s very handsome face. Those same eyes also did a very quick scan of his body with its glistening muscles and all immediately approved whole heartedly with what they were seeing. THIS GUY WAS A HUNK, they each individually thought. They, also, had each quietly stripped him completely naked in their own minds in those few brief moments of his. She had told Mrs W she would stay at home and work. She was the one who had lied and gone out to the shops. If she had stayed at home then she would have heard the vase being broken or at least heard who else was in the house. But she hadn’t been there so she didn’t know and that’s why she ended up getting spanked. It was justice, she decided. She got spanked for lying even if she didn’t break the vase, and of course lying fully deserved a spanking anyway. As Helen kept her nose pressed against. I mean...really? Here I am with possibly a fractured elbow and this bitch is sobbing and thrashing on the ground like Hillary on either her wedding or election night. .But being kind-hearted, I offered my hand to assist and possibly avoid incarceration. Her eyes were sparkling as she held my hand, possibly a concussion side effect. "My name is Hannah. It's a pleasure meeting you." As she rubbed her temple, she whispered, "Hi Hannah, I'm Winter...Winter Summer".During this trading of aliases.