I doubt I will even feel...”Ok this was going to be a lot easier than I thought.I had to hold way back on my strength. The first swat was so hard it... knocked her down into the bench and knocked the wind out of her. She looked back in surprise just as the paddle was again swinging at her butt. I can’t say I liked the screams, but anyone listening and watching wouldn’t be able to say she was faking them. I gave her two dozen hard swats in total and her butt was a dark red now.I pulled her up by. Hmmm, my new neighbor. It’s only 8:50 am. She’s an early riser, lol.I read the text:Hey Sarah, it’s Joy, your new neighbor :)I’m unpacking boxes right now. There’s so many! Could you come over and help? I’ll reward you. Kisses, JoyShe even included a photo of her with the camera held above her head. She was wearing what looked to be exercise clothes, black sports bra and shorts. And smiling with boxes surrounding her petite body.I quickly typed in a response:Sure Joy! I’ll be your muscle for. I really got worried when four months passed and I hadn't heard anything. So I contact my chaplain, and explained things to him and begged him to see what happened to her." Tears rolled down his face, and his voice quiver and he sighed heavily. "It was then I found out she was killed in combat. I couldn't take looking at her name on my arm after that, the memories were too much for me to handle. So I had the tattoo altered to say, USN."Mandy wiped the tears from her eyes, put her arms around. Momma kept some chickens and a huge garden that produced most of the food we ate all year long. We also had a milk cow and there were wild cattle around. Daddy said they were left over from the wild west days. Every once in a while he'd shoot one and drag it in with a team of horses and we'd butcher it. Our days were full of making that farm work.Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that our family was the whole world to Bobby and me. We were home schooled and, other than visitors who came to the.