Another adjustment that would have to be made. She straightened as Janine rounded the corner, and blinked in surprise as two incredibly tall black men... followed her. Quentin, she knew from previous meetings and dinners, was the shorter of the two, though not by much. He stood an easy six-foot-three, his hair still a solid black, with a high forehead, and wide lips that creased in an easy smile when he saw her on the porch. “Sammi!” His voice was deep, and he waved, moving with an easy grace up. I don’t usual get freaked out in the dark but something about how Elena leads me through this dark forest with no path to guide us has me feeling uneasy to the point where I find myself gripping her hand tighter and moving closer towards her to the point where our arms brush together with every step we take.I think that I wouldn’t have the courage to actually walk through this forest if I was alone or with anyone else but Elena because even though I’m not afraid of the dark this forest feels. I had studied this question in my alternative life span and I tended to agree with Hitler that time was of the essence and he should close and lock the back door before he went off on a long hard road east to Operation Barbarossa. I felt certain he had the American challenge on his mind and he knew that his impatient Asian partner was eager to push the upstart Americans out of the Pacific once and for all. Timewise, he must have been aware the importance of closing the deal with the British. Mandy grabbed hold of the chair legs and let out a deep breath. She was finally getting what she knew she always needed, a sound hairbrushing. Mommy raised up the hairbrush and brought it down with a firm smack, followed quickly by another."Oooooh! That hurts!" Mandy gasped."A spanking is supposed to hurt!" Mommy grinned.After the hairbrush landed on one cheek and then the other. The panties got smacked and little red spots started to appear right below the elastic at the bottom of her.