Normally at this time of day she'd be outside our daughter's school, waiting for her class to come filing out. But today our six-year-old Brownie was ...t her Girl Scout's meeting, and would be until six."Bus just left with me on it," I tapped out and sent. I love our girl, but she's six. Until they're two or three, they don't really understand what's going on around them. For the next couple of years, they go to sleep early and the adults get some time alone in the evenings. Once they're ready. . smack.. smack. There was no warm up this time. ?Ughhh?thank you sir.? She cried. Marilyn jumped with each blow, her open mouthed cries echoed off the walls. Her ass soon joined her back in and angry red shade. After her paddling, I put the wooden instrument aside, and slid my hand back between her legs, my fingers easily slipped inside her. God, she was so wet. She let out a long ragged moan. Her legs trembled to keep her up as she panted hard against the wall as my fingers. As far as I know she's never even looked at another guy. I know- I'm being stupid but I can't help it. I also worry about her safety, too. I'd feel a whole lot better if I knew who she would be going out with."Bob had a brainstorm. "Why don't you go and bid on her yourself? Problem solved, right?" I thought of that but I don't have that kind of bread. I talked to one guy who said some of the prettier girls can bring in two grand. Shit, I can't afford that. We just bought the house. That took. This was cause by quite a few factors, most of which I was blind to. When I was eighteen and in high school football practice, I tore a muscle in my back, clean apart. The scar tissue was finally catching up to me and making my life a living physical hell. My last day on the job doing hard labor I managed to pull off getting a slipped disc, a pinched nerve, and a herniated disc. I finished out the rest of my seven hour shift, slightly limping the entire time. I had a vigorous stack of unchecked.