She needs you. I beg you to make my little daughter happy. She’s been kind of depressive ever since her father left us. I’d be glad if you could a...t least try to comfort her a bit. I know she doesn’t seem sad but she’s learnt how to hide it behind her cute smile through all these years.” I took a deep breath. “Alright… How about the two of you coming over tomorrow evening, have dinner at my place and talk this all over?” I asked giving in. Rosalyn smiled putting her hand on mine. “Thank. Her father was lost in his own shallow breaths. He kept his arm wrapped tight around her waist and her pinned against his body. His right hand began to slowly drift under her breast and began to squeeze and knead at her soft pert flesh. His other hand slid under the small bit of skirt left over her waist and fished up to her buttocks. The hot pressure of his large hands petting her smooth skin caused her to squirm against him. Susannah's whimpers grew louder as his hands stroked her breasts and. She had designed the paddle herself, it was said. She gave detailed drawings to the shop teacher and he had crafted it. It was a solid oak plank that, once it had been shaped, had been criss-crossed with a router, making a fiendish waffle-looking surface. At each cross there was a neatly drilled hole so there would be little air trapped between the board and the offender. It was varnished to a high sheen and it seemed to glow with it own evil light."Ordinarily I allow students a little leeway. “Word from both Socorro and Santa Fe is that things are progressing well although Oliver’s group up in Santa Fe have had to fight off almost weekly raids from bandits. The depot buildings in both Socorro and Santa Fe are going well. At last word, despite the late start, the roadbed from Socorro has been built out over seven miles towards Santa Fe. The roadbed from Santa Fe is only twelve miles out but that’s because they are building the bridge over that deep gorge. They plan to have that ready.