‘Damn the torpedoes’. But of course in my soul I am as I have always been. A writer. So taking advice from the wordsmiths before me I finally sett...led on taking the Bard’s advice, ‘To thine own self be true’. Final closing argument came with these words, from John Greenleaf Whittier ‘Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these, ‘It might have been.”. And so… This ‘is my story and I’m sticking to it’. Time to ‘cum clean’ but! If you’ve learned nothing of my style you will only be. He wondered if they really were in a hurry, and why? They had a long trip yet to Kansas, unless they were only going to Vinita.There was something about them – something that nagged at him. He couldn’t imagine what he was missing, but there was something about them and the way they had hurriedly left the Pullman that he couldn’t grasp hold of – nor let go.There was a porter near the door when he looked that way again and Eli waved to get his attention.“Yes Sir, Little Boss. What can I do for. I heard him whisper, ‘I love how soft your breasts are, especially in my hands and mouth.’ His hands were slowly caressing my hips, thighs, and legs. His lips moved lower to my belly, kissing me there. I slowly lifted my hips, giving Brandon access to take off my boy short panties. He said, ‘Let’s untie you.’ Once the panties were off, he got up and untied my wrists from the bedposts. I managed to keep the blindfold on, being that I was enjoying this. His fingers were softly stroking my bare. .. fourteen... She could see the tension mounting in her student. Twenty-eight... twenty-nine... Swish-CRACK!He started violently and let out a tiny gasp as the long paddle hit home. She held it there against his tight, trembling buttocks, listening to his heavy breathing."Even with all that prep time, you weren't ready for it, were you Thorton?" she chided him with great pleasure. He shook his head slowly.Swish-CRACK!He jumped again."Answer me properly, boy."He took several deep breaths.