"---it's high time we got some answers from you," I continued. "What'smore, I want them straight and simple. No more riddles or obscureallusions. Afte... what you did, I believe we're entitled to the facts." Fine," she conceded, "but don't go overboard with the questionnaire. Theclock's ticking." Are you actually real?" I asked her point blank. "I know a time and placewhere you never existed, or at the very least we never met or went toschool together there. Who are you, and what are you? Where. M., and the adult arcade is jumping. Men, mostly homosexuals looking for glory hole action, are walking around, some lurking furtively in the darkened corners, waiting. This was my favorite adult arcade, and I spent 6 to 7 nights a week here. Being a completely passable ladyb0y, I had cultivated a following of regulars, straight guys who were into what I had to offer. I had discovered even before Dani divorced me, that there was an entire subculture out there, of shemales and men who were. Her second shot was dead center on Steve's throat, a direct hit through the soft tissue to shatter the top of his spinal column. Blood gushed from his severed neck arteries and his trigger finger relaxed, never to squeeze again.Kara fired a third time, almost dead center on Steve's face. From my angle, I saw the shot exit the back of his head with a spray of blood and cranial matter. A wild thought flew through my mind, an assassin targeting me and yelling out that this Stevie guy is history.. My Daddy does need to give me a good spanking for my horrible offense.I sob this out to you as I stand in front of you. You can tell I really do understand my recklessness and its possible negative outcome. But you also know that I do need to be spanked to reinforce the message, and to give me the sexual release which my being distraught is bringing on.You put your hand around my waist and lower me over your lap. I must hold the hairbrush in my hand until you are ready to use it. This is.