They both were somewhat adventurous in their sex play and enjoyed experimenting with new things and occasional play in public settings where there was...an opportunity to be seen. The riskiness always heightened the degree of arousal and enhanced the ardor of their lovemaking. Joan was a petite 53, 120lbs cutie with dirty blond hair, skin that turned from white to a soft honey brown under the summer sun and a wonderfully attractive ass and legs that always turned heads and got her tons of male. She was barely sixteen, and very much still dependent on me.I forget which philosopher or politician said that when you were faced with a difficult problem, it was best to do nothing, because it probably would go away on its own, and anything you tried would make things worse, because that was the nature of difficult problems.Monica got an invitation from Clarice to come visit. Clarice was just finishing up a movie, and she wouldn’t be starting her next one for several months. I found out about. Master of the fate of thousands. Master of his fate."I am honored, my Lord, that you will personally take from me my life. How then is it to be? Will you cut from my belly my liver to feed the holy flames of Marduk? Am I to have my arms and legs bound to racing war chariots to be pulled limb from limb as a spectacle for cheering throngs of your subjects? A royal spectacle indeed. Command it to be so and have done with it." Not so, fool. Thou wilt pay in the royal measure, but not with thy. I was the girl with ambition and drive, searching for clarity in the ambiguity of the life I was living and the world I was merely a grain of sand in. I was confident, and still am in ways that don’t seem to matter anymore. Where I lost it was in my ability to achieve… and to make good decisions. Don’t mistake me, this is not a story of a girl’s fall from grace. This is the recap upon realization that I did not fall, I pranced joyously, despite the bittersweet nature of the journey, into the.