.. chasing skirts, drinking with his buddies, whatever it was that he did when he still had his freedom. As she gazed down at him, the memories of the... night before started to rush into her mind, and the more she remembered, the colder her eyes became.*SMACK*“Wake up you little shit!”The fierce crack across his face brought him around almost immediately, James' cheek smarting painfully and his eyes blinking as the face of an angry mistress came into focus. ”Ughhhnn..... good morning to you. "If you try to redress every grievance at your school you'll be at it 24 hours a day and still be backlogged." I guess," I admitted. 'I thought maybe there was something I could do for him. Maybe if I caught one of those jerks that bully him I could kick the jerk's ass and he'd lay off."Uncle Mike drained the bottle and gestured with the empty. "I'm sure you could. But that'd be worse than nothing, because now he's the little faggot who needs to have some freshman do all his fighting for him."I. Ellie was stubborn and muffled her screams and shouts by burying her face in a cushion. She doubted whether the noises would make Katherine stop anyway. Katherine Cook spanked Ellie’s perfectly formed bottom for about twenty minutes. In that time she had turned it a bright red and she smiled. Even after all those years, it was obvious that she hadn’t lost her touch. She could feel Ellie moving about and looked down on her. Ellie had removed the cushion and was looking up at her. Tears were. Weeks turned into months and still the war did not end. One day an overwhelming sense of dread and heartache filled Jamara’s entire being. Instantly, she knew that Cross was dead. She couldn’t bear the thought of him being gone and she took off running. She ran with no thought of where she was going. When Jamara reached the weeping willow tree at Emerald Lake, she fell into a heap underneath, exhausted. She cried for hours until she could cry no more and passed out. Her last thoughts were, ‘Oh.