Do you feel you did not deserve your grade?"Under his withering gaze all I could do was stand there."You earned your grade, Mr. Randahl. As for liking... you—my feelings toward you personally had nothing to do with your grade. I have to admit at first I did not think you would successfully complete my course. Nothing personal in that. I have seen too many students in the photography program who think a camera gives them some special ability that negates any need to study anything other than the. ‘Ye lose it all now, MacLeod. This castle belongs tae me and my clan and it’ll be mine, once I finish ye off.’ Garreth looked about for a way to avoid facing certain death, hoping a targe, or some defence he could use to block the sword being raised in attack. He never saw Kirkland running at his top speed towards, MacRae blocking his view of him. The first he knew of him being near, was him screaming at the top of his lungs in a guttural sound of hatred, only a few yards behind MacRae. Hearing. I hope your husband is willing to service my desires with the same gusto as he does yours after giving my bottom a good seeing too." Her thoughts drifted back to her Uncle Robert and his rutting of his well spanked maid. "Spanking is oft a thing I have dreamed about when I am alone with my thoughts. I confess to being nervous with the anticipation of it, Prudence." She gave her older friend a shy smile. Prudence reached across and clasped her hand. "Hush Lizzie, I Know you will come to love it. “Oh nothing, I was just thinking out loud,” came her reply. “Well tell me what you were thinking?” I asked. She blushed a little and it made her look even more sexy. “I was just thinking that… One day… Maybe,” she hesitated and I asked her to finish her sentence. “Well maybe… One day… If all goes as well as it has already with Pat and me, that...” she stuttered. “That, what?” I teased. “Well… Like we were going to do for Robert and me,” Carole continued, “after all I am not your wife at.