Growing Pains-chapter 4 (M/f)
Copyright © 2000 by Sampast and Huggedlots

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"But Mommy, I don't want to get glasses!" Maggie said for the fourth time.

Heather said, "Maggie, you have no choice. The doctor said you need them.

But it's only for reading; that's not so bad."

"But I'll look stupid!" Maggie announced, crossing her arms in front of her, which was not easy, as she was sitting in the car.

Heather looked over at her daughter for a minute. "Maggie, we'll go to the Vision Center and get you a really nice pair of frames. You'll love them. You know, lots of people like how glasses make them look and they go get them without even a prescription."

"Well, they can have my prescription," Maggie said, sulkily. "I hate the thought of wearing glasses at school!"

"I can't help you there, sweetie. The doctor says you need glasses for reading. Most of your reading time is spent in school. You'll just have to make the best of it," Heather explained.

Then she looked in her rear-view mirror. "How you doing back there, big boy?" she asked Joshua, who was playing contently in his car seat.

"Good, Mommy, I gots my dino," he said, holding it up.

"Good, sweetie." Then Heather muttered, "Oh, sh, I mean, sugar!"

Maggie looked up. "What is it, Mom? What's wrong?"

"We have company."

"Whatdya mean?" Maggie asked.

Heather turned the car to the right. "I'm being pulled over."

"By a cop? You're gonna get a ticket?" Maggie exclaimed, turning around to see flashing lights.

"I don't know. You just sit there and be quiet and let me do the talking. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Maggie said. She was too frightened to say a word. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before. Wait til she told her friends at school.

Heather rolled down her window and smiled as the officer approached the car.

"Oh, officer, I'm so glad you pulled me over. I mean I'm sorry if I was speeding a little. It's just, oh goodness," Heather said, looking over at Maggie, and then back at Josh. She lowered her voice and continued, "It's just that I'm a little lost." She wiped at an invisible tear in the corner of her eye.

Maggie watched, amazed. Who was this person?

"I see. License and registration, please," the officer requested.

"Oh, of course," Heather said, pulling both from her purse and handing them to the policeman.

He glanced at the papers and down at her, and back to the baby and over to the young girl. He gave them back to her and said, "Thanks. I'll just leave you with a warning this time. You were going close to 70. You need to slow down around here. Now where were you trying to go?"

Heather told him the street name and he gave her directions. Then he told her to watch her speed and walked back to his car.

"Wow, Mom, that was so cool!" Maggie exclaimed. "I can't believe the way you lied to that cop."

"I didn't lie, not exactly," Heather said, putting the car into drive and pulling away from the curb. "It's what's called a little white lie, Maggs. What I said isn't going to hurt anyone."

"Well, it was still cool. I can't wait to tell Daddy about it."

"Nooo!" Heather practically shouted. "I mean, let's not tell Daddy about this."

"Why not, Mom?" Maggie asked. Her mother had never asked her to keep anything from her father before.

"Daddy doesn't have to know about this, Maggie. It'll just be our little secret, okay?"

"But why, Mom? Would he be mad?"

"No, no, he wouldn't be mad. It just, well, it would upset him, and I don't want to upset Daddy. Will you keep it to yourself, Maggs?"

"Sure, Mom," Maggie said.

Nothing was said about the cop or the ticket, to Bob, but Maggie did tell her friends at school. Everyone was amazed. Maggie thought about her mom in a new way now. She thought she was sooo cool.

Heather took Maggie to pick out frames a few days later. Maggie wasn't entirely happy about the way they looked, but after trying on practically every pair in the store, Heather had made her choose one.

The next morning at breakfast, Bob asked to see Maggie's new glasses. "Oh, they're upstairs, Daddy," she said.

He just looked at her. "Maggs, the bus will be here any minute. You need to go get them."

Maggie looked at Bob. "But Daddy, pleeeeease! I don't want to wear them at school," she whined.

"Maggie!" was all he said.

"I'm sorry, but I hate them, and I hate the way they look on me."

"Maggie, you got to pick them out. These are the ones you chose. And the doctor says you need to wear them. Now you will wear them and you will not complain. Is that understood?" Bob asked, in a stern voice.

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

Bob made sure Maggie had her glasses in her bookbag before she ran out to catch the bus. But Bob would not be there in school and he could not make sure she was wearing them.

During reading time, Maggie was having trouble keeping her spot. Her teacher asked if she had gotten her glasses yet. It had been the teacher's recommendation that Maggie have her eyes examined, and had found out that she did indeed need glasses.

"Oh, no, ma'am. They were ordered, but haven't come in yet," Maggie lied.

"Okay, Maggie," her teacher said.

But when a week later, Maggie was still insisting that the glasses hadn't come in yet, her teacher decided to send a note home.

Maggie was called up to the teacher's desk at the end of the day. She handed Maggie a note. "Please give this to your mom, Maggie."

Maggie looked at the note and at her teacher. "Why? Am I in trouble? What did I do?"

"No, you're not in trouble. I just have a question for your mom. If you'd rather, I could call your house tonight?" Mrs. Cunningham asked.

"Umm, no, I'll give her the note," Maggie said.

Mrs. Cunningham just smiled.

As soon as Maggie was on the bus, she held the envelope up to the light. What could her teacher be asking about? Maggie wanted to know so badly, but the envelope was sealed.

When she got home, she found a note from her mom explaining that she had taken Joshua and gone to the supermarket. Maggie had some time. She went over to the stove and boiled some water. She was going to steam the envelope open. She had seen it on an episode of the Brady Bunch. It had seemed easy enough.

"Wow, it worked!" Maggie exclaimed when the envelope opened without a tear.

Maggie unfolded the note and read it. "Oh man!" she said to herself. Mrs. Cunningham had written to Heather to ask about Maggie's new glasses.

Maggie sat down at the kitchen table and wondered what she should do. If she showed Heather the note, she would know Maggie hadn't been wearing her glasses. If she didn't show her the note, Mrs. Cunningham would call the house, and then she'd be in trouble, as well.

Suddenly Maggie had an idea. She knew it was wrong, but before she could change her mind, Maggie had picked up a pen and wrote at the bottom of the note: "Sorry, there's been a delay in the glasses order. Maggie should have them by the end of next week. Sincerely, Heather Clemente."

Maggie smiled. It looked good. Her mom didn't have the best handwriting, so it was pretty easy to forge. Now Maggie had another week or so to think of something else to get out of wearing the glasses. Nobody would know.

Besides, it was just a little white lie. Nobody would be hurt. Just like when Heather had lied to the cop. No one had been hurt then either.

Things went smoothly for the next week. Maggie continued to tell Mrs. Cunningham that the glasses would be in any day. Her teacher had read the note back from "Heather" and had just nodded. What else could she do! At least the parents were aware, she had thought to herself.

But when Maggie's grades in all her subjects, not just reading, continued to slip, Mrs. Cunningham decided further action was needed. This time she tried calling Heather at home. Unfortunately, Heather had taken Joshua to a 'Mommy and Me' class at that time. So Mrs. Cunningham called Bob at work. She knew he would not mind; after all he was a teacher, too.

"Hello? Professor Clemente speaking."

"Hi Bob, it's Ellen, Maggie's teacher."

"Ellen? Is something wrong?" Bob asked, uncertainly. It wasn't too often that Bob got a phone call from Maggie's teacher. She could be a handful at home, but usually her schoolwork was pretty good, especially after a few months before.

Mrs. Cunningham explained to Bob that Maggie's grades were slipping again.

"Really?" Bob asked. "Because I thought she was really trying. I see her studying. And I thought with the new glasses, things would improve even more."

"Well, they would, if she ever got them," Ellen said, sighing.

"Excuse me? What do you mean?" Bob asked, clearly confused.

"Well, they don't do her any good, if they're still being ordered."

Bob sighed. "Ellen? Did Maggie tell you her glasses weren't ready yet?"

"Yes, and so did Heather."

"Heather did? Are you sure?" Bob asked, concerned.

"Yes, she wrote me back, after I sent the note home two weeks ago. I don't know where you ordered the glasses from, but if I were you, I'd go to a different store."

"Ellen, Maggie has had her glasses for over three weeks now. Are you telling me she hasn't been wearing them at school at all?" Bob asked, his voice starting to rise a little.

"Th-three weeks?" Ellen said, skeptically. "No, Bob, I haven't seen glasses at all. Maggie kept telling me they were on order." She paused and thought for a moment. "But Bob? If the glasses were in, why did Heather send me that note?"

"I don't know," Bob said, pausing. Then he said, "Unless Heather didn't write it. Do you still have the note?" Bob asked.

Ellen said she did. Bob decided to go to the school after work to check the note out for himself.

That night, after dinner, Bob asked to see Maggie up in her room. He and Heather had discussed the matter, and felt Maggie should be confronted, and then punished. Heather, of course, hadn't known anything about the note, and they both realized that Maggie had perfected her signature.

When Bob came in, Maggie looked up from her homework. She was wearing her glasses to do it, as she did every night. "Yes, Daddy?" she said.

"I'm not going to ask you questions and have you lie to me, young lady, so I'm just going to come right out and tell you what's going on," Bob said. Maggie was confused. She had no idea what her parents knew.

"Mrs. Cunningham called me at work today. Why haven't you been wearing your glasses at school, young lady, and why did you tell your teacher that they weren't ready yet?"

Maggie was dumbfounded. She thought she had more time. She didn't know what to say.

"Well? I'm waiting, and I'm not very happy, Margaret Anne," Bob said.

"Dadddddy, I'm sorrrrrry," Maggie cried. "But I hate them!"

"You can save the "I'm sorry" until later, Margaret Anne. And I don't care if you hate the glasses; you need them, and you need to wear them. I cannot believe you lied to your teacher. You are going to be punished for that. And for this," Bob said, holding out the note.

Maggie didn't know what it was. She took it out of Bob's hand and looked at it. Ooops! It was the forged note. She had been caught. She looked down, and tears started to trickle down her face.

"You can save the tears, too, young lady. You'll be needing them," Bob said, getting angry. He knew he needed to calm down.

Bob sat down at Maggie's desk, turning the chair around to face her. He took a deep breath and counted to ten. "Why don't you tell me what you were thinking, Margaret Anne?"

Maggie looked at her daddy from her bed, and silently cursed herself for being so stupid. "I don't know what I was thinking, Daddy. It was a stupid thing to do; I'm sorry I forged Mommy's signature."

Bob sighed. "And the lying about the glasses? And not wearing them when the doctor said you needed them?"

Maggie was sobbing. She knew it was wrong, but she hated the glasses so much. "It was just a little white lie, Daddy. It didn't hurt anyone," Maggie said.

"Didn't hurt anyone? It hurt you, Maggie. Your grades are slipping because you weren't wearing your glasses. And you're straining your eyes. The doctor wouldn't have given you a prescription for glasses if he didn't think you needed them. You're only hurting yourself."

"But it was only a little white lie, Daddy," Maggie repeated.

"It wasn't a little white lie. It was a big lie, Maggie, and you know better. Any lies hurt, whether they're big or little. You should know that."

"Then why was it okay when Mommy did it?" Maggie asked. She forgot that Heather had asked her not to say anything.

"When Mommy did what? What are you talking about?"

"When Mommy was pulled over a few weeks ago, she lied to that cop. He didn't give her a ticket because of it. And she told me it was okay 'cuz it was just a little white lie and wouldn't hurt anyone," Maggie explained, not realizing how much trouble she was getting her mother into.

Bob sat there, in silence. He was shocked and did not know what to say. Finally, he regained his composure and said to Maggie, "Well, it WAS wrong of Mommy to lie to that cop. Was she speeding, Maggie?"

Maggie just nodded. She finally thought maybe she shouldn't have said anything; her mother had asked her not to.

"Daddy? Don't tell Mommy I told you. She told me not to say anything."

"Oh, she did, did she? Well, Mommy and I will talk about that later. She should not have told you it was okay to lie. It is never okay to lie. Is that understood? Whether it's a big lie or a little one, I will not tolerate it. Am I making myself clear, Maggie?"

"Yes, Daddy," Maggie said. "I'm sorry!"

"I'm sure you are. But you're going to be even sorrier in a few minutes. Come over here, and bring me your hairbrush," Bob said, now calm, and ready for his next task. He would have to take a break after he punished Maggie, before he went to confront Heather. She was in BIG trouble.

Maggie got up slowly, and retrieved the large wooden hairbrush from on top of her dresser. She didn't have to be told twice why this was needed. She went over to Bob. He took her glasses off her face, and set them gently on the desk. "Tell me why I'm spanking you, Margaret Anne."

"Cuz I lied to Mrs. Cunningham that my glasses weren't ready. And 'cuz I forged Mommy's signature," she said quietly.

"Why else?" Bob asked.

Maggie was confused for a minute, but then she remembered what her daddy had just told her.

"And 'cuz I was hurting myself by not wearing my glasses?" she asked.

"Yes, that's right! Bend over my lap, Margaret Anne!" Bob commanded.

Maggie leaned over her Daddy's lap. He pulled her pajama bottoms and her panties down and raised his hand. The hairbrush was waiting on the desk next to him, for later.

{Smack! Smack!} Bob's hand went down on Maggie's bare bottom. She tried to regain her composure for as long as possible. After all, she was thirteen, and determined to take this spanking like a big girl.

{Smack! Smack!} "You will wear your glasses, {Smack! Smack!} young lady, at school, {Smack! Smack!} or wherever else you need them. {Smack! Smack!} You will not {Smack! Smack!} do things that will hurt you. {Smack! Smack!} By not wearing your glasses, {Smack! Smack!} you were only hurting yourself further.

{Smack! Smack!} {Smack! Smack!} Am I making myself clear, young lady?"

"OWWWWWWWW, yes, sir!" Maggie cried. She was trying hard not to lose it.

But when Bob picked up the hairbrush, and continued the lecture, Maggie didn't know how much more she could take. This was certainly the hardest spanking she had gotten in a long while.

{Whack! Whack!} "You are NEVER {Whack! Whack!} to lie to your teacher, {Whack! Whack!} to me, {Whack! Whack!} or to anyone. {Whack! Whack!} Whether it's a big lie, {Whack! Whack!} a small lie, {Whack! Whack!} or a little white lie. {Whack! Whack!} That is not {Whack! Whack!} going to be tolerated in this house. {Whack! Whack!} Is that understood?" {Whack! Whack!} {Whack! Whack!}

Maggie was nodding the best she could in this position. "Owwwww, yes, sir, yes, Daddy, I'm sorrrrry!" she cried. "Please stop, I won't do it again."

"I should sincerely hope not," Bob said, putting down the hairbrush. He smacked her bottom a dozen more times, putting careful emphasis on her sit spot. He wanted her to remember this lesson for a long time.

{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}
{Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!} {Smack!}

"All right, Maggie, your spanking is over now," Bob said, resting his hand on her bottom. He rubbed her very red, very sore bottom before standing her up and helping her pull up her bottoms. He took a good long look at her and then pulled her to him and hugged her tight. "I love you very much, and I don't want you hurting yourself, ever."

"I love you, too, Daddy. And I'm sorry about what I did, honest," she sobbed.

"I know you are, Magpie," Bob said, pulling Maggie into his lap. She was getting a bit too big for that, but Bob liked to cuddle her after a spanking.

"We'll forgo the soap this time. The hairbrush seemed to take care of the lies. I hope I won't have to be so harsh on you again anytime soon."

"You won't, Daddy, I promise," Maggie said, sincerely.

Bob held her tight. Maggie wiped at her tears. They discussed her wearing her glasses at school, and Maggie promised she would wear them. Once Maggie had calmed down, Bob left her to complete her homework. He knew once Joshua was put into bed, he and his wife were going to be having a similar discussion. And he was not looking forward to it.

 

 

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Growing Pains...part 4b (M/F) Copyright 2000 by Sampast

(Author's note: This chapter was not written by me, but by my amazing co-author, Huggedlots.  I don't want to take credit for this, as it is an amazing piece of writing: probably one of the best she has ever done. I promise to forward all fanmail and comments to her. Enjoy!)

~~~ Bob walked slowly into the living room and sat down with a heavy heart. Despite the years of togetherness and the child they had together, he couldn't understand WHY Heather thought she had to lie to him. All of these agonizing thoughts went through his head as he tried to decide how to confront his errant wife.

He knew without a doubt that he would have to; he couldn't let it go, and couldn't let her continue to think that the kind of role modeling she had done for Maggie was okay. Not by a long shot!!! But, on the other hand, he didn't want her to know that Maggie had told on her, or damage that relationship either. "Hmm, quite the dilemma," Bob thought to himself. He had to find a way for her to tell on herself.

Bob finally went into the bedroom they shared and found Heather deep into reading a book. Her questioning look asked him how things had gone with Maggie, but he chose to ignore that and sat down beside her.

"Heather, do you think we have a good marriage, sweetie?"

Startled, Heather looked at him in shock. Now, what brought that on, she wondered. "Of course I think we do. Why?" she asked aloud. Alarm bells were going off in her head but she couldn't figure out what he might know that she hadn't told him about.

"Well, if something happened, that you might not like, do you think I should tell you about it?" Bob asked.

"Well, of course I do," she answered. "Our marriage is based on trust, isn't it?"

"Of course it is, Heather, I just wondered, that's all."

Heather was so confused; she didn't know what was what. "Bob, is there something you need to tell me?" she asked.

"No, nothing sweetie, I was just asking, that's all." With that, Bob left her to stew about it, and went off to the shower.

Heather tossed and turned, plumping her pillow until it almost burst into feathers. She couldn't for the life of her figure out what he might be keeping from her, but she was determined to find out. Meanwhile, Bob, knowing his wife well, took a much longer shower than usual. Finally, running out of hot water, he stepped out and into his terrycloth robe.

Peeking out the door he could see her punishing her pillow. Smiling, he knew his plan was working. Coming out of the bathroom, he slipped into bed, kissed Heather on her forehead, and said goodnight.

"Wait a minute," Heather told him, "we need to talk."

"Gee, sweetie, I am really tired. Can it wait?" Bob said.

"I, um, well, I, ahhh, guess so. But, is there anything you want to tell me?" Heather tried.

"Nope, not a thing, night, Heather." Smiling, Bob rolled over, trying hard not to laugh, and went to sleep.

Heather lay there for a long time, her mind whirling in a zillion different directions. Now, if it was serious, he would have said something, wouldn't he? Would he? "Well, I know he is okay, the kids are okay," she thought to herself. The more she thought about his job, money, and all the things it could be, she was in quite a state.

The next morning, Bob got up early, dressed and left for work. Heather was sound asleep when Maggie woke her up, and told her they had to hurry or she would be late for school. Maggie looked at her mom, wondering if her dad had told her that she had told on her. But Heather kissed her, and asked her to help with the baby, and so far, not a single word about the policeman or the white lie.

"Okay, so far so good," Maggie thought. Although when she sat down for breakfast, she changed her mind a bit. OUCH! Rubbing her bottom, she wondered how she would EVER sit all day in class. Sighing, she figured she should be used to it by now. It sure happened often enough. And yet, each time it still surprised her.

Heather couldn't wait for the day to be over so she could confront Bob. Finally, he walked in the door, and she almost jumped him. Hugging her tight, he laughed and said, "Wow, you sure seem like you missed me, sweetie!"

"I did, and we need to talk," Heather said solemnly.

"Well, sure, but can it wait for later?" he asked as Maggie hurled herself into his arms, and the baby clamored for attention, too. Heather sighed a deep sigh and went to finish making dinner.

Later that night, Bob asked Heather to meet him in the bedroom. Heather quickly complied and asked if they could talk now.

"Sure we can, but we will do it a bit differently tonight," Bob announced. Heather looked at him with a question unspoken on her face. "Come here, little one." Bob sat at the edge of the bed and put Heather between his knees. "I have decided that what we need are maintenance spankings. This way things won't build up, and if you have been good, it will be a good girl spanking, and if not, well then, we can take care of things then, too."

With that he quickly flipped her over his knee before she could respond. "Hey wait, don't I get to agree with this?" Heather asked, startled. Bob started spanking her over her pants, and rubbing her bottom.

"Hmm, do you want me to stop?" Bob asked.

Heather liked the feeling she was starting to get, purred, and decided NOT to stop him. After quite a while of this sensuous type spanking, Bob pulled down her pants, and spanked her over her panties.

"Anything you need to tell me, sweetie?"

"No Sir," Heather replied.

Bob started upping the ante a bit and her bottom was becoming warmer by the moment. Pulling her panties down, Bob began to spank her bare bottom, alternating spanks between her cheeks, making sure to get her sit spot.

"Sooo, I have a question for you," Bob began. "Have you seen any of the speed traps out on Highway 1?"

"Ummm, no Sir. Should I have?"

"I don't know. I stopped today at a routine checkpoint, and a nice officer was there. Are you SURE there isn't anything you want to tell ME, young lady?"

Figuring somehow, some way her luck had run out, she started to stammer. "I can't hear you," Bob said, continuing to spank her. {SWAT!}, {SWAT!} {SWAT!}

"Ouchhh, well I ahhhh," Heather started to say.

{SWAT!} {SWAT!} {SWAT!}

"Ohhh, I ahh, well, I did sort of get stopped a few weeks ago."

"You did? Were you speeding, young lady?" Bob asked as he punctuated each word with a harder {SWAT!}. A long groan came out of Heather's mouth as the {SWAT!}s got harder and harder.

"Yes, Sir, I was."

"And where is the ticket, young lady?"

"I, umm, didn't get one," Heather admitted.

"Really?" Bob stopped long enough to reach over and grab a hairbrush. As he started in on her with that, he asked, "Now, why didn't you?"

"I, ouchhhh, Bob, that hurts!" Heather cried.

"It is supposed to hurt when you don't pay attention to rule number one, young lady!" Bob was laying it on fast and furious, and finally Heather blurted out the whole story about being stopped, lying to the officer, and asking Maggie not to tell him. When she was limp and sobbing over his knee, Bob decided to give her a break but left her in that position.

"What were you thinking of, Young Lady?"

"I, ahh, don't know," Heather sniffed. "I just didn't want to have to tell you I got a ticket."

"Ohhh, so being a poor role model for Maggie, and telling her that white lies don't count, and that it is okay not to tell her dad about it is OK?"

"No Sir," Heather sobbed and sobbed.

Finally Bob pulled her up, and she fell into his arms. He hugged her briefly and said, "Young Lady, we aren't finished yet."

"We're not? Please Sir, I can't take any more."

"I want you in the corner, pants down, thinking about all this, young lady, and when you are calmer we will talk about it some more. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir." Heather practically ran to the corner, grateful for the respite.

After about fifteen minutes, Heather's bottom had faded a bit down to a dull crimson and she wasn't crying anymore. Bob called her over to stand in front of him. He pointed to the floor, and Heather knelt in front of him so that they were eye level. She sure didn't want to sit on the bed for this talk. Shyly, Heather asked if her punishment were over, and if she was forgiven.

"Not quite yet, young lady. I still have to understand a few things." Bob put his finger under her chin making her look him in the eyes. "Do YOU think what you did was right, young lady?"

"No Sir."

"Will you EVER, EVER lie to me again like that?"

Heather looked at him with a question in her eyes. Gently, Bob told her that omission was as great a sin as commission, and that by hiding it, she had only made it worse. Heather recognized that what he was saying was true, but old habits of protecting herself were still strong.

Still, she was unprepared for his next question. "Heather, do you love me?"

Snapping her head up, she quickly answered him, "Of course, I do!"

"Are you afraid of me?" Bob asked.

Rubbing her bottom, almost unconsciously, she told him, "Well, I guess I don't like being spanked, but no, I am not afraid of you. I love you, and I trust you to take care of all of us. I know you would never harm me, even if sometimes you sure do burn my bottom." She told him this with a rueful little smile.

"Heather, tell me, what is rule #1?" Bob queried.

This is one that somehow, she broke time and again, never meaning to. Taking a deep breath, she looked at him and said, "Rule #1 is that I always take care of myself. That I keep myself safe."

"Okay, how about rule #2?"

"Rule #2 is that I always tell you the truth, that I can come to you with anything, and that you will always love and forgive me."

Silent tears were running down her cheeks as she looked up at him. The love in his eyes was almost harder to bear than the spanking had been.

"Heather, I will ALWAYS love you and ALWAYS forgive you, no matter what you do. But, you need to stop testing that, baby, and trust, really trust me. Can you do that?"

When she nodded her head, Bob swept her into his arms, and told her she was forgiven. Bob pulled her onto the bed, and enfolded her into his big arms. Heather never felt as loved and cherished as she did after these emotional sessions. Someday she was going to learn to tell this wonderful man the truth.

"Well, I'll think about it tomorrow," she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

 

to be continued...

 

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