I wouldn’t go that far,” she teases, picking up her pen and notebook again and sitting on the couch this time with one leg crossed over the other ...nd her notebook perched in her lap. Danny stares at her with shocked wide eyes and Meg fights the giggle boiling in her chest. She brushes her loose auburn locks out of her face and pushes at her glasses before writing once again. Danny’s shock wears off quickly and he instantly grabs her notebook, tossing it across the room. She cries out her. Howe shrieked this time, making Charlotte jump as she heard the caning through the closed door. A student was with Charlotte in the outer office, having been sent there by a teacher for misbehaving in class, and had given Charlotte a punishment request form. The teacher requested Mrs. Denver to punish the student, a request Mrs. Denver always agreed to. The student though heard the screaming coming from the Study and without thinking started to rub her own bottom. Charlotte watched her lower. She looked so calm and peaceful. Not even surprised. Her makeup and hair were perfect. I wanted to shake her and wake her up. But she wasn’t there. Her spirit was gone. The priest administered the last rites as Lily and I knelt beside our dead daughter.“Joe, I need my hound.” I could hear his intake of breath over the long distance line.“Are you in Bloomington? It will take me about seven hours. Talk to me.”“Some bastard killed my daughter. Alexandra is dead. I need to hunt him down.”“I’ll make. Simon and Thuy went to the kitchen and assembled a tray of drinks and small things to eat and then set up on the sun lounge at the edge of the pool, next to our bedroom. The evening was quiet and languid, still quite warm being more than 32c. Thuy was wearing just a longish singlet, which had deep arm holes that afforded very nice side views of her firm 34C breasts. The hem of the singlet finished just below Thuy’s buttocks – perfectly modest, so long as she was standing upright and perfectly.
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