Owning and personalizing the place gave me a sense of belonging somewhere again. That helped my frame of mind, just as the gentle pace, and easy going...days helped my body.My scars were terrible.Every night I looked at my chest and stomach and was once again, amazed to be alive. I was literally, torn to pieces by those shooters, yet survived, and healed up. Clearly the Universe had a job just for me, and it wasn't done.To that end, I put my bank and trust accounts, the farm, Fornier's property. “My mom is ready!” Lisa said to the waiting boys. “Let’s go for the shoot!”Donna vaguely saw the look of the boys as they eyed the women before them, but next thing she knew she was sitting in a car driving towards a beach. Warm wind was blowing into her face, and the sun was definitely up.By the time they were settling on the beach she had recuperated enough to be present, be it she felt lightheaded still, and a bit sick. She was taken by Lisa to a palm tree on the beach and told to strike a. “You’re sure you’re ok” she asked. “You’re not sore?”“No, I had something nice and soft to land on,” I replied. “What about you?”“I’m fine,” she replied. “Now I can remember some other times with you resting there where it’s nice and soft, too”“Yeah, but there were two things different, we weren’t lying on the cold ice, and we didn’t have an audience, either,” I said, smiling.”“That cold ice,” Janelle said. “It’s made my bum all wet; it must look like I’ve peed my pants. It would feel like it,. She dressed like an adolescent and even talked in a kittenish purr. Of course every hair, except on her head, had been removed from her body. She almost balked when Randy asked her to call him Daddy, but after everything she had already conceded, as outrageous as it was, she finally agreed.There was a positive effect however. Randy was showing her a great deal of attention both in and out of the bedroom. They were making love at least three or four times a week and he seemed to take a great.