“He deserves that fate, for what he almost did to me and my sister. For what he did to my mother,” Darren stated coldly. Jan grimaced and nodded, ...understanding what the boy wanted. Jan’s own father was a real piece of work, so he understood what Darren was going through better than most. He then turned around, looking for his friend, the demolitions expert of the team.“Jukka? Is everything in place?”“Ja. It will look like a fire broke out and was too much to contain. Made it look like vandals. She was about to give me shit, till she saw the look on my face. “Very well,” she said to me. To Marcy she said, “So I’ll see you tomorrow?”“We will have to talk about that. You do remember our agreement,” I said in a stern voice.“You mean you decree. I certainly didn’t sign anything,” she said.“Get the hell off my property. You are trespassing. Also Marty, Marcy is not supposed to drive. She could kill herself or some innocent person,” I said.“She didn’t want to, but it was just a few miles on. I nodded at them but they didn’t nod back and instead looked at Margaret, scared at her reaction. Wow, Margaret must be some strict woman to get that type of reaction. Good for her, I thought.My thoughts were short lived though as Beccy started to explain what the tutorial would involve, as much for the ladies benefit as mine really.“Ladies, we have discussed both the general benefits of reintroducing a corporal punishment discipline regime in our various schools and also whether that. He legs and rib cage were stunted by a disease that was very uncommon. Her breasts were perky, though, and she was a blast to talk to. Her warm brown skin drove me up a few walls. That day she wore a paper thin white button up that was a little too tight. The spaces between the buttons crept open a few times, show that she had nothing on underneath it. As we talked, we inched closer and closer. Her hand found her way to my knee and mine was tucked away between her thighs, my pinkie finger.