I also visited an art gallery, the Birger Sandzen Memorial Gallery, which featured some local artists as well as some nationally known ones. After l...eaving the art gallery, I wandered down the main street, basically just window shopping. Passing one gift store, I noticed a book display. I rarely pass up the opportunity to browse if I have time, so I went in. As I looked over the titles, I saw her for the first time. She stood at the end of the display with a book opened, reading the inside. Her pace fluttered as she reached a more complex fingering section. The other ladies in the room eyed each other and simultaneously felt a little something between their legs. Marco fidgeted and walked over. Steph closed her eyes to try to find the pace but was unsuccessful. Her heart raced and breathing grew louder as she anticipated Marco’s likely next move. That would be a baton hit to the left nipple and then the right. It was painful. Steph moaned a little. But as the pain. "Come on Bitch!!" Tossing me over the coffee table she took a shovel from the fireplace set. Crushed my face under her foot! Trying to beg "Please Hanna stop! Don't I give! I give!" "Bitch you have not even started to give up. Now your bitch life is mine say it!" The shovel landed four times! My entire body jumpped from the table. felt my ass being torn up. I tried to breath, to speak. Hanna laid the shovel in again and again! I lost count and was losing control.I pissed myself! Hanna did not. Not to mention the fact that Cindy was just a cool person to be around, so even if we werent holding hands and making out between classes, I still enjoyed every moment I spent with her as a friend. It turned out our music tastes overlapped a little bit, and just as I was awed at her artistic prowess, she seemed impressed to learn I had been taking Mui Thai Kickboxing for half a decade. On Friday of that second week, she invited me to come hang out at her place. She was having a small get.