I didn't make many guy friends, and my girl friends would, not on purpose, put me on the outside of the circle. They were friends, and I was the frien... of their group, more than anything.I didn't know the words for it back then, but I wanted to be better friends with them, or at least feel what it was like to be one of them.That's how I found myself in my sisters room. She was babysitting for the evening, and my mother was out on the town.I had undressed in the bathroom, and leaving all the. I walked around to the front so she could look at me. I slowly unbuckled my belt and pulled it from the loops. Khrys just stared at me. “Are you going to use that on me?”“Not in a mean way, Khrys, but I do want you to experience something new tonight. I am going to give you four strokes with this. After that, I am going to ask you if you want me to continue with it or whether you would prefer I sit back down and take you over my lap”.With that I stood by her side and brought the belt over. We were going to put the Arlo on a war footing, and we wanted to be damned certain that we would not accuse the wrong people of being the troublemakers.There were four groups that could best be described as active or nascent bullies. There was no problem in visiting the active bullies first. The closest group was only about 10 klicks away, and that put them in convenient walking distance. In fact, they were so close that we were sure they were the ones who had caused the recent trouble.We. He’d actually made charitable donations to several federal agencies and even had friends who’d mentioned the group in passing conversation, completely oblivious to the fact that he was the ever elusive ringleader. It was a point of pride to him that he had never been linked to the group and that anybody who could testify to such a connection had always been eliminated. At least, they had always been eliminated until now. Davidson was strolling along a path in the city park, outwardly seeming to.