Micah pedaled at the output she specified and she collected samples of his blood every two minutes to determine his lactate threshold. She pricked his...ear to get the first sample and from then on he bled non-stop. The blood gathered at the bottom of his earlobe and dripped onto the polished cement floor in big violent red splotches. It was another bad sign for him. There were a lot of sports where it didn’t matter if you were a bleeder, but if you fell off your bike and got cut up it was. People seeing me." With a helpless wave of the hand, she stammered, "I... like that! My God, if they got into the wrong hands! Our parents! Rod! My God, do want to ruin me? Us?"Lee looked thoughtful. At the possibility of endangering himself, he grew responsive. He drummed his nails on the side of the camera. "Okay. Maybe you've got a point. But, in return for my not taking any pictures, you've got to do exactly what I say."Gail heaved a sigh of relief and clasped her hands together. "Anything,. Also, I'm not that good of a writer. I just want to get the outline out there for the community to expand upon.)(Announcement: I can't believe that this story hit 300 likes! It seems insane to me that so many people have liked my admittedly bad writing. I truly appreciate evey like and from the bottom of my heart, thank you!)(Pictures from the cover and my profile pic are from https://www.patreon.com/TheofficialPIT. Subscribe to his Patreon for more great interracial art. Also kudos to my. But you convinced me that it's what you want." "Yes, but this isn't what it looks like." "No? You didn't say last week, I need consequences. I want you to spank me for real, if I smoke, and use the brush if I buy any?" Jason picked up a pack of cigarettes off of the kitchen table. "I did. But these aren't mine," Megan said as she placed a cigarette on the table. "Really, those aren't your cigarettes? You haven't been smoking?" "They're not mine. I can explain..." "You can try." Megan took a.