Then I tried to create a fingertip in front of the sight blob. It created easily (actually they either "create easily" or don't create at all). I crea...ed a few more and used them to push things around on Julia's vanity, to make sure. In the kidnappers' basement and the hospital, I'd often failed to create NP-fingertips at a distance from me, but I was sure that was because of my unfamiliarity with the locations. I was intimately familiar with Julia's bedroom, the study, and their spatial. Ain’t somethin’ I like doin’. Far’s I’m concerned, all you pissants can go rot in hell.’ Just then a look of intense pain crossed the man’s face, and he quickly uncorked the bottle, poured another glassful and downed it quickly. Then he sat back and told a sad tale of love, betrayal and revenge. ^ ^ ^ ^ EL PASO, 1875 Folks in El Paso always said that Feleena Menendez was trouble, but they never said it where Marty Claymore could hear. Marty was a lanky Scotsman who didn’t say much unless he. "It'sjust something your mother and I thought we'd try for you." Shit," whined Eric, as he looked up seeing a mall filled with peoplestaring at him as he made a slight scene. A security guard approached."Everything ok over here, ladies?" said the guard, looking at Eric."Yes officer," said his grandmother, chiming in. "My granddaughter justgot a little excited at her makeover. She's fine now." Please respect our other patrons young lady!" said the guard givingEric a nasty look. "Is that. I do not want to hear any excuses. You know the punishment, a spanking.” Mr. Smith pulled his chair out from behind the desk, leaving a lot of room for Claudia to lay her body over his lap. He patted his lap, motioning Claudia to assume the position. Claudia cringed when she heard Mr. Smith’s command. He hit her ass hard, making it painful to sit for a few days, but at least he did not say he was going to use the cane. Yes, Sir,” as she moved towards him. She reached the chair and bent over his.