Without even thinking about the boring history lesson, Jonas got up from his chair and said that he was going to the bathroom as a excuse for his teac...her.In the middle of the way he actually thought that going to the bathroom was a good choice of place to inspect this new curious thing without making himself look like a mad man.Locking himself inside one of the bathroom stalls, Jonas seated in the toilet and tried to contact the system once again.It was pretty easy, he only had to think about. Five years… I think. I don’t really know for sure anymore.’ I told him quietly, trying to remember just how long it had really been. ‘The last thing I remember before being taken was our fight.’ ‘Our fight? The one we had last time we saw each other? But how? I saw you a few days after that?’ ‘It was about a week later, I had been writing you a text, apologizing for the things I had said, when I looked up and saw him walking towards me. In the few seconds it took for me to realize who it was,. “The roses are gorgeous. Thank you so much.”“You’re welcome, baby. You deserve the best.”“Please come in. Dinner’s all set up for you. But first, let’s have a drink.”I grab his hand and lead him to my black suede couch, where I pour him a shot of Jameson that’s aged eighteen years, which I bought earlier just for him. He immediately picks up the bottle and stares at it for a few moments before he turns to me with a concerned expression. Thankfully, I keep myself busy by finding an empty vase in. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Allison is planning to fuck her way home.As Allison and Amy Sue begin to walk away, Donald and I just sit there admiring their wiggling asses as they strut down the sidewalk. I have always loved to watch Amy Sue wiggle and waddle her naked butt. But, Allison has her beat. God, her ass is beautiful. Even when it's bright red and striped from the cane. Well, maybe even more beautiful when it's bright red and striped from the cane."Seen.