To reconnect with our beginning, it could be appropriately considered one of the supernatural wonders of this world.Lyonel woke up when a bird chirped... on his balcony. He had been through an uneasy night. The prior day had been the funeral of his mentor and his fathers Hand of the King, Jon Arryn. His death had surprised most of the court. Even in his seventies, the Warden of the East had been as healthy as a man half his age and he had passed away in a single night, fallen victim to an unknown. ”He turned, kissed me, and held me tight as we left. We hung out for the day, trying to be around people, but still be able to talk privately. He said there was no guarantee it would work tonight, so it might be a month before the next full moon before we could change back. We decided we’d better share stories of our lives as we’d lived them so he would know more about being Michael, and I’d know more about being Sheri.I didn’t understand it, but I threw myself into being Sheri and being. He was gazing into Tony's eyes, dumbfounded, like they were the onlypeople in the room, when instead he just kissed a boy in the middleof dozens of couples slow dancing. One part told him to lean back inand kiss him again, yet he caught himself, shaking off the innerdiva, thinking what the hell was he doing. It was all an instant bluras he wasn't sure if this was two seconds or two minutes of kissing,as he tried to return to slow dancing and not make a scene. Like hishead was on a swivel, he. "That's HIS fantasy. Not mine." She snapped, looking annoyed."I think... I need you to spank me." My voice trembled now. I got up and retrieved the paddle from the red box. I walked back over to the bench, slowly. Under her intense gaze, I took care to position myself just as she had coached me earlier. I searched for her approval.She made a slight adjustment to my hips. "You did that pretty well, I must say. Let me see you walk and bend over again."She smiled with pride as I repeated my.