His mother walked over and placed the tray on his lap. She looked him in the eye and smiled before patting him on the head like he was a dog or someth...ng. Jake looked back at her patiently, waiting for her to start with the questions. But then, to his surprise, she turned around and left the room. Although Jake was relieved at this, it sort of confused him a little because usually his mother would be the first person to worry and start getting hysterical, but this time she seemed completely. Shouting in stuff like Take that, just you come, or c'mere so I can beat you up! It had been years since our last fight.It was almost seven o'clock when we came out of the water and got changed.“Hey listen, I'll quickly go visit my parent's gravestone,” I said while drying my hair with a towel, “it's just a few steps away from the cottage in the woods. Do you wanna come with me?”“Sure,” Tim replied.As soon as we had changed into some warmer clothes, we headed for that mentioned gravestone. It. His pleas when I left, were just attempts to be able to dump me first.Daryl was interested in art, my body art, not me. We were never close, never talked about love. In fact, we never talked. His love was pottery, pot and hippy friends. I wasn’t even worthy of jealousy. He left untroubled for a pot smoker, surprised I even cared. Elliot wanted me as a trophy to hang on his seduction pad wall, the Asian doe. He got confused in his quest, unsure he might be losing his touch. He tried to capture. The straps around her ankles were tight."She's ready, man."David sauntered over to the winch, unlocking the handle and starting to turn it clockwise. The bar above Betty's head slowly rose so the woman's arms were drawn up higher and higher. The tension caused her ankles to tug at their bonds in a futile effort. Betty gasped as first one, then the other heel left the concrete.Betty threw her head back, feeling the straining in her arms. The pressure soon spread to her shoulders and upper back.