“How in the hell am I will I ever get through this? Playful slaps on the ass during a fuck session is nothing compared to what I have coming. What i... the hell have I gotten myself into?” “Get on the bed. Do it now!” I quickly crawl on the bed on my hands and knees, head hanging down, waiting for the punishment to begin. It feels like forever before I feel the bed begin to cave under your weight as you join me there. I feel your hands rub my ass cheeks, softly moving in circles as you kneel to. He understood now what Ray had meant about the Rats stench but he was certain this must be worse.Looking into the slow moving river, he could not believe the things people shove down the toilet and waste pipes and felt glad of the tiny walkway that he using.Shining the torch to his right he locates the pipe he was looking for. Around two feet in diameter, this pipe was the one used for raw sewage. Every hour without fail the pipe, flooded full to bursting with hundreds of gallons of pure shit,. When the news spread of your letter and the good fortune you enjoy, many of your old acquaintances asked to convey their regards. They all hope that you will return one day, a wish that is certainly shared by your family. Chief of all, your mother fervently wishes to see you, your wife, and your son while there is still time. As I mentioned, her health has been declining, and she hopes against hope that she may yet hold her youngest grandson in her arms and that she will be granted the chance. Enough. I need to get a damn life." I think that's good, though you have reason to be upset," Sophie told her."A lot of reasons to be upset," she sighed."Maybe you should call Ryan," Sophie said."What would be the point? No, I'm just going to have to move on. But I'm not going to lie in bed feeling fucking sorry for myself. There are other fish in the sea, right?" That's the spirit," Sophie laughed.A few days after that, they had gone over to Sophie's mother's house for a visit. They walked in.