<strong>GoodFellow</strong><br/><br/>"Alright Charlotte," GoodFellow replied to the girl crumpled at the door.<br/><br/>"I don't blame you," He said quietly. "You can be a bad girl and you can argue and fight all you want."<br/><br/>"I want you to hear me," His voice deep from a well. "There will be no whips, no crops and no slapping while you in here today getting trained. I will guarantee it!"<br/><br/>He glanced over in Richard's direction.  He knew the man would understand exactly what he was doing.<br/><br/>"No one wants to hurt you while we train you," He continued. "We'll go slow and carefully and you can fuss and raise all the noise you want."<br/><br/>The next step would be the boys. Bring them over to her and have them stand her up spreading her out on the door first. And he meant there'd be no heavy hand with her today. First pleasure of all kinds. Later on in her training introduce her to the mix. She just wasn't ready for it yet.<br/><br/>"You stay right there and give it your best shot," GoodFellow encouraged, "We're gonna do everything we can to make this a good learning experience."<br/><br/>He looked over at the boys briefly. His hand ready to give them the signal to come.<br/><br/>"You want to say anything else before we get started?" He asked.<br/>