Of course, that inevitably led to her being placed on the combination praying and punishing bench for his correction given directly on her pink cheeke...d bum. I knew my sister’s tears and sobs of repentance was all a sham and that she loved the religious man’s hand on her rump with a passion that was not in the least bit contrite or repentant in the slightest.I hid my amusement at watching the time worn man hobble over to the side of the contraption to administer his correction and then slowly. " Yes?" I saw a documentary once about those Special Forces guys." What? You reckon the Government's letting the military deal with our organized crime problem now?" I was just speculating." Show me upstairs."There were two bodies at one end of the corridor, each punctured by several bullet holes."Every shot hit a vital area," Sands sighed, "Lungs, heart, gut, head." Close range?" Shell casings spaced every metre or so along the corridor. My guess is that the assassin hit them running ... I. She unbuttoned her plaid flannel shirt and let it slide off her shoulders. Her long blonde hair with its soft waves fell over her shoulder as she sat down to pull off her knee high boots. Standing she gazed with blue eyes at herself in the mirror and blushed at the reflection of herself standing in her hot pink lace bra that cradled her voluptuous breasts . Slowly unbuckling her belt and unzipping her jeans she wiggled her cute little bottom out of them and once again gazed at herself in the. The rivalry between them was more than obvious.Loraine left the Captain’s office, threw Gina a glance, and headed for the building’s front door. Gina got up to talk to the Captain.“Any progress on the lake investigations, Captain?” Gina asked.“Not yet,” the Captain answered, “why?”“I’m just curious. There has been a lot of talk about it, you know, people from the neighborhood.”“Oh, right, you live close to the lake don't you? She hasn’t found anything yet,” he said, “It’s probably nothing.”“Ok..