…’Lets just stay here for the day’ My heart thuds at the thought of a day lost in his arms, my body shuddering and aching for his touches. Absen...-mindedly we curl together and slip lower in the bed. Our bodies coming together as they have a thousand times before. My hand slips to his chest to caress him…to trace the symbol that resides on his chest. My lips slip to his chest and playfully nip at his nipple, and I hear the almost silent gasp, that is my reward. He knows instantly that our. And then Dr. Stanton realized that he had delivered the last stroke, and Priscilla was still hanging on to the table. For a moment he was sufficiently engrossed in examining his last field of action, where purple lines were already springing up across the base of her bottom. He knew from experience that, after such severe strokes, the smooth skin would soon become grooved and ridged. Because he had delivered the strokes so hard across a bouncing bottom, the marks were rather untidily. She watched him work for just a bit longer as she drifted off to sleep.1:35 amKamsi cracked her eyes to the sound of a book hitting the floor. Obi was finally finished. Through hazy vision and the bright moonlight that filtered through the window she would make out the figure of a man stumbling towards the far side of the bed, removing his jeans and t-shirt, and climbing under the covers. Moments later, there was a soft snore and Kamsi was relieved he would actually be getting some sleep. I wasn't sure where they were shooting so I called Michael. He told me they were shooting just west of Cuchillo. I followed his directions and we arrived about thirty minutes later.The production's security guard stopped me as I drove up to the gate."May I help you?" he asked."Hi, I'm John Kegler. I'm here to see Michael Rooker and Mike Stevens." I'm sorry sir but the set is closed. The director is not allowing any visitors."Luckily Michael drove up in a jeep at that moment. He talked to the.