Again, I was made wealthy both in the transportation of materials to Europe and the vast raw materials needed for the war. I could, I suppose, regret ...hat I made money from the horrendous suffering of the war. But someone would have, whether it was I or another wouldn't have mattered in the least. War is a completely irrational activity once begun. Yes, the fortune I leave behind will be tainted with blood money. But then how many fortunes do not contain some?Three long years later, Russia was. Ron held me for a while, and told me that he thought that Master Will would be very amazed to see how well all the children are doing at expressing themselves.Sign language has been a boon. I knew it before. But seeing it with the baby I birthed is even more convincing. Veronica yells to get our attention. But when she sees our face she signs to tell us what is wrong. Sometimes what she says is just 'I hurt'. But that is better than just yelling. We change diapers and tell the children they are. .. She quickly and adeptly dropped her slacks and panties, sat down on the toilet seat, and "tinkled". I crouched onto my knees and moved my face as close as I could between her legs!As she reached for the toilet paper roll with an impatient look on her face I flicked my tongue and asked "Let me lick you dry, not mother?" Even though she was clearly irritated, she humored me. She spread her legs and stated "Go ahead"... A quick stabbing lick between her labia instantly flashed the salty, sour. On our anniversary Dre came home from work and found me lying in the bed crying. He quietly came up behind me and held me in his arms and whispered in my ear that everything was going to be ok. I could feel his warm breath on my neck, and smell his earthy musky scent. His strong muscular arms wrapped themselves around my waist from behind and pulled me close. We lay there for a while.I turned around and snuggled into his arms and nuzzled his under his chin. He took his hand and softly touched.