? He will beone of us, born out of the bowels of society.?He will suffer and bleed as a child and throughout his adolescence hewill be rejected by all...accept the ?losers? of his peers.? His entrance into manhood will be marked withstruggle, until he makes himself invisible to the world, invisible except tothose who like him, desire something better. Toyou who frequent this site, and so far are disappointed by what you read, thenI have done my job.? Regardless of thefact this is fantasy, know. I played "Happy Birthday" at my own 10th birthday party, andall the k**s there were impressed. I had to beg for more lessons,unlike some k**s who resent them. This began my serious enjoyment ofplaying music. A visit from my uncle, mom's brother, heightened thisfeeling, as he played guitar. We played together and it actuallysounded like music. Not great, at least for my part of the playing,but you could tell what the songs were. Not bad at all for less than ayear of real piano playing.I'd play. "Well, I'm awake now," she said, "and I'm quite well rested, so you can go to bed, can't you?"I might have protested, but my sluggish mind resisted and I bowed to the inevitable. "Keep an eye open for the CalMac ferry, though. I think they run in the afternoon, but never make assumptions." I know, my love. Go and rest now."I stumbled off to bed, my only preparation the removal of my shoes.I do not require a lot of sleep. If I can sleep normally, eight or nine hours is wonderful, but otherwise I. She stopped for a split second looking me in the eye and telling me I will not have this kind of behavior in this house. Before I knew it I was over her lap and she was hitting my bare bottom rapidly and forcefully without missing a beat in her lecture.After 30 or 40 spanks i was stood back up in the same place I was striped and I was crying and snot was running and I was doing my first spanky dance with both my hands holding my burning bottom wondering what just happened. Then I heard the.