Any doctor, psychologist, anyone? No? How you dealt with their loss? Just my family knows this….I saw no doctor, alcohol was my best friend for a fe... months until Michael and I moved here and I locked myself at work to forget, to keep my mind busy, after a while my family and friends made me go out and start a life…again. She sighed, not a single word came out from any of us for a while. I asked her: ‘how about your life’? my life? there is not much to say, my mother hates me, my father loves. As I ran through some of my favorite highlights from the cabin, she smiled wistfully. A mix of happy memories and comfort knowing I really did enjoy their relationship, I wasn’t just spinning her some BS.Claire admitted she was a little less far along in her acceptance of Hannah and me. She apologized that this was maybe hypocritical, but said she couldn’t help her feelings. She pretty much repeated what she’d told me at the cabin. That she liked Hannah a lot as a friend, and she was happy I. I mean, look. You could fit two of me in here."With that, she tugged the tie cord at the top of the tracksuit bottoms and undid them and then pulled the waistband forward to show me just how loose they were. I could indeed see there was more than enough room for someone else to join her in them. What I could also see was a very good view of her shocking pink lace undies, moulded to her pubic mound, with her slim toned legs and the gap between her thighs also displayed."Wow," I exclaimed in. I could only imagine the pain she was feeling, as the clamps bit deep into her nipples.Now, she moved and lay on the bed. Laying on her back, her legs were wide open, as she leant forwards and pulled what looked like cuffs from under the base of the mattress. Each was fixed to the bottom corner, and I watched as she placed her left leg close to the cuff. Even before she placed the cuff around her ankle, I could see what she was going to do. Once in place, her legs would be held wide open, and.