Always be truthful with him, even if it’s humiliating or painful. His version of a spanking for telling a fib uses your conscience, and it has a lon... delay.”“Grampa Mason isn’t mean,” said Julie, suddenly, “unless people are bad. You’re not bad, Amber.”“Oh, no, I know, I mean, I haven’t been a saint or anything, maybe not really even a good person, but after what he’s done, and what he’s doing for me, I don’t think he’s mean to me, and all of you are so good and nice! I guess I just...” Amber. . you look good enough to eat.”, I laughed. “Oh, you’re doing that later tonight.”, she giggled. “No seriously Lexie, you’re beautiful.”, I stated.“Why thank you, Mr. Williams.”, she replied. It was close to eight thirty by the time we arrived at her aunt and uncle’s home. We had to park a few houses down because of the number of people apparently at the party. We walked up the driveway and stepped into the large home closing the door behind us. We then began the task of telling everyone hello. He chuckled and tried to turn his face. She grabbed it roughly and applied a delicious pressure to his cheek bones and said,Stay, harshly,and she slapped his face briskly. She continued trailing the feather down his body, down his chin, sweeping over his Adams apple and stopping where the sweat was pooling in his collar-bone. She looked down to where his hands were still waiting, palms still up, as if in offering. She trailed the feather across his palms, first one then the other, up each. Nine was perhaps a little on the young side for Tiffany to be home alone with Henry, but so far it had worked out all right. Still, if Mike or Kirsten were out in the late afternoon, they tried to swing by the house just to check on the kids.The situation was essentially normal when he walked into the house. The TV was blaring, and Henry was watching the afternoon cartoons that were really too violent for him, but what could you do about it? Tiffany was sitting at the kitchen table, working on.