“Major Roger Cook. Look, I hate to ask, but, mind giving us a hand? There’s some kind of insurrection going on and we’ve got to catch them befor...e they hurt anyone else.”“Uhh… I don’t know. Let me check on my neighbors, good friends of mine. If I can, I’ll find you when I’m done.”“Thanks,” he hollered as he ran off. I sighed and headed off elsewhere, unsure of what to do. But apparently, Roger wasn’t the only one that saw my little stunt.“Yo!” a boy probably a year older than me called, dropping. I don’t want a redneck boy. I want someone who don’t go huntin’ and wear cowboy boots. Ya know?’ He laughed as he lit another cigarette. ‘No not really.’‘Are you?’ I asked. ‘No.’ He started out at the lake. ‘Got a girlfriend?’ I asked. Not knowing what else to say.‘Nope. All the girls I know are little whores. And if they aren’t whores then they’re bitches. It sucks, bad.’ He laughed.I laughed. We sat in silence for a while. He smiled. ‘Remember when we were kids and we used to. A lot!" Does he know that she is a...." She is a beautiful girl honey and you know it. Kris, why don't you andSasha take Stan with you and get some take out chicken, I need to talkto your father."My dad was about to get an earful for trying to tell Stan that I am aboy. Even I could see that she was steaming hot. I grabbed Sashas handand the three of us left. for the chicken joint. Sasha is about 10 or11, with blonde hair and a wickedly cute smile. And she obviously hasStan wrapped around her. ” I know better than to argue that he was the reason I was prevented from doing so earlier. I know it doesn’t matter. If I can’t do my chores, I need to be punished. Daddy’s equation is simple, and my logic has no place in it. As Daddy begins the hand spanking, I squirm with pleasure. His strokes are rough and slow. He lets the heat build in one place and then increases the tempo. His blows land on my thighs and on the sit spot. The skin begins to glow, and I have to force myself not to.