Constantly being shown how bad you are tends to kill the motivation ofmany young children. I was much the same.But the arts weren't my only interests.... I loved to read. I don't everremember not reading. My parents have told me that I learned to readbefore I could talk. This mostly had to do with me not talking until Iwas 3. They thought I was just looking at pictures, but shortly after Istarted talking I was reading the words aloud. This was something myparents could be proud of. I may not have. ‘Lindsay, sorry.’ Lindsay shook her pretty head and smiled up at him in a restrained way. ‘Do you mind taking Rush with you?’ She held her hand out for the leash and the dog happily went to her. ‘See you later,’ she said. She went to the red truck, loaded the dog into the back, got into the drivers seat and drove away. Sylvia let out a deep breath. ‘Was that your dog?’ ‘Yes. Do you want to come inside?’ Sylvia nodded and moved out of the way so he could open the front door. He brushed past. 'Hello''Hello! Megan? Your account's been hacked. Some sick bastard is uploading morphed pics of yours. I've reported it, but it's still there. Delete your account, it's ...it's horrible dear 'Megan couldn't agree more. Only the pics weren't morphed she wanted to say, but knew it would kill her last chance to appear normally the next day. But trish seemed to want exactly the opposite, mouthing what she thought, as she pointed to the phone. Megan desperately pretended not to understand. But. I’ll be a good girl. Please stop, Brian! I’m sorry!!! I’m SORREEEEEE!!” Tears broke past my clenched throat and gritted teeth. I sobbed with abandon and hugged Brian’s legs to me. He had never spanked me so intensely before and I felt truly sorry. The sting kept growing and re-echoing even after I realized he had stopped. He patted my ass softly and told me to get up. I stood up on shaky legs and as he opened his arms, I crawled on his lap and hugged him. He had often told me that he thought of.