" I always died my hair a lighter blonde for Morgan, figuring that's what he liked and maybe I could hold on to him a bit longer.Lately, I've just let...it go and it's starting to finally get back to my normal color, a much darker blonde -- almost light brown. I always kept it long for Morgan, too. After he left, I had it cut. It was down to the middle of my back, now it rests just below my collar.I sat there blankly staring at the TV, completely oblivious to what the newscasters were saying. I. There is no message only photos. These photos are all closeups. One showing my recently fucked face with the blindfold, closeup photos of my nipples poking through the fishnet and some very erotic closeups of my pussy from all angles. They all look beautiful and I am already very wet as I relive our encounter in my mind. I email Chris. “The photos as always are beautiful. You really know how to capture a woman. I have never experienced such erotic and strong orgasms. Thank you.” The next 3. Strangely, I didn’t feel the pain; only a dull ache, and a numbness where there should’ve been feeling. I was succumbing to shock. Realizing that, I dumbly picked up my arm, and began crawling up the beach. I had to keep moving. Lying still meant death. I stumbled over bodies and body parts, crawling through fields of shrieking wounded clutching at their opened flesh. They called for me like I could save them, reaching out with blood-stained hands, begging me with bulging eyes. A foot struck me. The fix was in before I had even left the river.I told my story to anyone who would listen, but BMA had already decided upon their set of 'facts' even before the fire was out. Sure, there might have been a 'bit' of a multi-dimensional leak, but 'fire crazy Zak Zyphyr' had to run in and play hero again and burned the place down to the very bedrock.This was the story that was given up the line to Imperial BMA, and no one particularly cared to scratch below the surface to sort the facts out. A.