“No! No! Don’t whip me, Uncle Jim! Please, don’t whip me!” Cori Foster
pleaded.
Her bare feet whipped back and forth against the dead autumn leaves.
It was cold outside, the night wind stirring the bare branches
overhead and whistling …
“No! No! Don’t whip me, Uncle Jim! Please, don’t whip me!” Cori Foster
pleaded.
Her bare feet whipped back and forth against the dead autumn leaves.
It was cold outside, the night wind stirring the bare branches
overhead and whistling …