‘Have they got you on a diet still?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, I got no idea how much longer, but I’m sick of Jello.’ I admitted. ‘I was headed to ...the Pizza and Pasta Pit. I thought I might bring you something for lunch.’ ‘Why are you torturing me? What did I ever do to you?’ I asked. ‘Don’t ask me. Ask your real doctor that. I’m just trying to make sure you get well and out of this place.’ ‘I know Blevins and believe me I appreciate your visiting me so often. I know you are busy.’ ‘With you up here,. She, too, took a tissue from the box and used it to dab the tears from her eyes and sniffled. She then pulled up her pants and walked back to her seat.Linda watched Lana's spanking the same way she watched Laura's. Laura, however, just looked at the floor and sniffled quietly to herself. Pete spoke again, "Alright, Linda. It's your turn."Linda stood and looked at Laura and Lana and looked back at Pete and her eyes started to glisten with tears. She walked over, as had Laura and Lana before, and. Later that evening as I began scanning the pages of my father’s notes, I discovered they chronicled a span of over 25 years of experiences and events relating to his career as Floorwalker for the Broadway Hollywood Department Store. The more I read, the more amazed I become because the record therein was not that of a man who had lived an average life and it was all too obvious that my father was not the mild-mannered man I had thought him to be. He was the sexual ‘power-guru’ of the Broadway.. He even knew that he was very good at that. He had never wanted to date a lot of girls, anyway. He only wanted one, a girl whom he could love and who would love him, and who would be his soulmate forever. Just one. And when he saw Carol, he knew beyond doubt that she was the one he wanted. Carol was, simply, beautiful, clear and creamy-white skin, sparkling green eyes, a smile like an angel, and long brown hair that fell in soft waves to her waist. Her breasts were full, her hips generous,.