Like, ever. You curse and try to turn down the volume. Weirder still, that doesn't work. A pounding begins to overtake your head. Your vision blurs. A...ll you can think is that, out here in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, you're going to crash and die. Everything goes black."Richard Arkane. Awaken!" A thunderous voice rouses you from the most comfortable slumber you've ever had. That weird seizure turning to a car wreck must have been a nightmare...but who just called to you? You don't know. He seemed like such a calm, quiet fellow it was hard to imagine him in a situation like that, yelling into the radio to be heard over the sound of the helicopter and the gunfire. Mr. Giannelli and Grandpa seemed to hit it off, chatting for a bit about South East Asia and the South Pacific.We were ordering our dinners, when I heard the bells on the front door tinkle followed by a distinctive laugh that could have only been Arden Anderson. Arden had a distinctive laugh that sounded like what I. He didn’t even smile. And as strange as it seems I did feel a kind of freedom. Maybe not more free than ever before in my life. But a strange feeling of relief washed over me. I think I’m starting to think this man can actually help me. There may soon come a day when I can be the woman my husband deserves.He gave me a moment to catch my breath. Then he said, “I know this is difficult for you. But you are progressing wonderfully. You should be very proud of yourself. Now, you know what comes. "Erica stuck out her tongue impishly and we got to it.Table tennis is a totally different game when the stakes are high, especially when you've got a throbbing hard-on from imagining spanking the girl next door with her panties around her ankles. I had to admit I wasn't all that keen on taking my pants down down for Erica, because humiliation aside, I was sure she'd be merciless whacking my ass.The pressure was clearly affecting Erica as well. It was 17 all and she missed an easy smash she'd.