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From: Jasmine Bartley <[email-masked]>
Date: Mon, 24 Jul 2006 14:16:38 +0200

Or until I have to stop. She had already doped him enough to tell the truth — he was afraid he would have to pay the consequences in time.

Im sorry you have to be. This was clearly the question that wanted asking, but he wasnt sure it was a question either of them wanted asked. "He had begun to wave madly at the smoke, knowing it would do no good, knowing he was caught, knowing he would be spanked.
Although I rather suspect that you may go into a coma before too long; I believe you are in a near-comatose state now, and I have had a lot of.

No more waking up next to a big blonde or redhead he had picked up somewhere the night before — a lass who usually looked like a queen at midnight and a goblin at ten the next morning. Gee, I can hardly believe it!

She upended her own and drank half of it without stopping; then she stifled a burp, ladylike, against her hand. "He had begun to wave madly at the smoke, knowing it would do no good, knowing he was caught, knowing he would be spanked.