’ Mike smiled, the fond smile of a true friend. That sort of minor self-deprecation sold Paul’s work almost as much as the work itself. Paul hated...the actual gallery shows, but Mike always insisted he be there. Once people met Paul, and spoke to him… Paul was, in many respects, an open book. His photography was a reflection of that, and Paul’s personality probably made him more money than the photos themselves. ‘Yes well, your ‘pictures,’ as you call them,’ continued Mr. Balfor, obviously. I walked back over to the bed where the seven year old was crying in the fetal position. I pulled him back onto his back and told him to open his mouth wide; I took the Viagra in my index finger and thumb and shoved it down his throat then covered his mouth and nose until he swallowed. Now we were going to have some fun when that kicked in; until then I was kind of enjoying forcing myself on him. I grabbed him by his long soft blond hair and pulled him up, I stood on the bed and put the tip of. "Hi Jack." she said softly."You OK?" he asked."We're all sticky." she pointed out. "I need to take a shower, but it hurts to move." You strained some muscles." Jack informed her."I know." she said. "I remember." She smiled at him. "That's not all I remember." She kissed his chin.Jack blushed. He felt bad. It wasn't just because of his rape, for all practical purposes, of Linda, but of taking advantage of Bunny's practically comatose condition when he stuck his prick in her too."Sorry." he. I left it to him to get everything he wanted installed and operating the way he wanted. He also wanted to create an armored safe room in the house, and make a few modifications regarding the security team that accompanied us. The inspection cleared, and the title proved clear and insurable.We (I) owned a villa on the island of St. Croix, in the U.S. Virgin Islands, or would after the closing a few weeks later. We cheered and toasted our new home at dinner that night at one of the restaurants in.