“She was bent over the desk, looking back at her menacing teacher. She was ready for the paddle with her plump bare bottom prepared to meet its make...r,” I read from her Word document.“Sexy,” I responded with a sarcastic grin.“Shut up jerkwad,” she barked back at me.“Are you back to writing your spanking stories again?” I asked, swirling the last bit of Chardonnay around.“Not really, I’ve been in a funk lately,” she sadly replied.“Nothing I write has been any good, it’s all garbage, I don’t even. Did I mention that puberty had left me a bit, well, ungainly? Do you know what would happen if an ungainly 18-year-old tried to leap over a small bed in one bound? In the dark? With a now large and definitely rigid penis to distract him?It wasn’t pretty.The fall came in slow motion, or at least slow enough for me to wrap my arms around my head before I tumbled onto the corner of the bed and then rolled onto the floor.Sister Juliet got a bit tangled up in her habit, but she was loose by. But recently I moved and I just accepted things were never going to happen. But a couple of weeks back I was at a bar with some friends visiting the city she lives in, and I’ve been drinking when I notice she’s only a few booths away. I keep sneaking glances over at her to she if she’s noticed me, and finally I glance over and I catch her eye. She looks at me like she’s sort of confused, but I give a little wave and a big smile and so does she. My friends are about to head off, and I’m a. Gwen looked up at the knock and grimaced. “I don’t have time for this, Sue. It’s ten minutes after 9 o’clock and I’m already an hour behind.”“Oh, I’ll be quick,” replied Sue as she settled into the visitor’s seat. “I couldn’t help but notice that your team lost this weekend. Sucks to be you, doesn’t it?”“They’ll bounce back from the loss higher and better.”“Yeah, they’ve had a lot of practice bouncing, haven’t they?”“Don’t be a poor winner, Sue. Now don’t you have some work to do?”“Okay, okay..