I try to come up with inspirational words, reasons, excuses. I beg, I plead. Alone I cry, my heart aching for a forsaken soul. My heart breaking for ...he young man that doesn’t believe his life is worth living, for a gentle man with so much to offer so many, that doesn’t want to live this life. An end seems inevitable, and I’m not strong enough to stop it. I ask him to seek help from someone, something stronger than me. He doesn’t believe it will help. He doesn’t rant and rave, he quietly. God, how I want to feel her warm, soft and delicate hands caressing my breast, how I want to feel her warm lips place kisses on the soft flesh of my nipples, feel the deliciousness of a hand seeking out the warmth and moistness that lies between my legs. I’d do anything to feel her slender finger tips slip between by sensitive lips, sliding slowly, yet surely up to my sensitive clitoris. I can’t believe that I’m enjoying this and actually longing to be fingered by a lady. I open my eyes. I want. And, lastly, due to these wants, needs and desires I was about to become his dutiful lass.Chapter One:Bad little girls come in all ages and sizes, only at Christmas the anonymity of Santa adds to the usual suspects whom could be spanked for a host of reasons. That’s what made I was finding considering my still warm behind that this was the most wonderful time of the year.“Do you know what happens to bad little girls at Christmas?”I knew in my heart I was not only a cutie, but a real beauty and. We all quickly finished our meal, which was a real shame, as everything was delicious, and it should have been eaten leisurely to be enjoyed.“Just stack everything in the sink for now,” Trish told us as we finished, and she pulled keys from her pocket.“I have weapons here for all of us and then some. Do you want to use them or your Team weapons?” she asked.“How heavy are yours?” I asked.“Squad and Company level heavy weapons mostly,” she answered.“Let’s unpack ours in case we need to move out,.