Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welch...r Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher. But he knew in his heart and his head that they loved him. It had humbled him. He couldn’t think of a single reason to go back to Earth anymore, not one. Everything he wanted, no needed, was right here.Essco remembered the amazing conversation he had had with Zan that morning after they found out the company was here. He had gone on about how he was going to support his children and lovers if the company no longer paid him.Zan had laughed and casually told him that he could have his money if he. ” Bethany looked at me and asked if I was gay. I told her I was not, and I had a steady date, a girl with whom I had sex almost every day. Ben had been the only one, and just that one time. “There will be more,” Bethany said. “Ben told me about the atmosphere at the college. Sex everywhere all the time, in all sorts of combinations. I wish I had gone there too, but I didn’t have the grades to get in. Anyway, Ben and I fuck every chance we get. We’ve tried three-ways with both a guy and a girl,. "Would you like me to kiss it for you?"I could barely believe what she was saying. My body was on fire. I stared down at myself, seeing what my mother was seeing right then. The swell of my sex, puffy and glistening. I was unbelievably wet and my barely downed slit was flushed and pink, inviting my mother's kiss. And up above, just at the top of my slit was the nubbin of my clitoris, a tiny pearl of pink that seemed the center of my universe at that moment. It was hot and throbbing and aching,.