I had no other option but to go to Tim Brandton and beg him for his aid. I am uncertain whether he truly was trying to help me Friday, or somehow caus...d my condition for his own perverted reasons. Whatever the case, I feel he is the only person who can help me regain control of my animal self.This journal is my attempt to ensure what I go through is not in vain. If for some reason the entries in this journal stop without explanation, I urge whoever finds this to take it to the authorities and. Gréor wasn’t quite so uncovered, but his well-worn sark hid little. Despite his earlier self-deprecation — for he did carry a bit of extra weight around the middle — his was still a remarkably imposing form.This left Éowyn the most covered, and to this she’d already given thought. Blithely shedding her outerwear might prove counterproductive, for too many would be overly focused on the fact that she was removing her clothes, and she’d lose precious time getting them back under control. She. With his hand in her panties exulting in the textures and the lovely lubricity, she took off her panties even as they continued kissing and he traced the geography of her cunt. It was so joyously erotic and always excited him tremendously when she took off her panties; he probably enjoyed it more than doing it himself. Of course, she knew that and liked to take them off just for the effect it had on him. She also liked to surprise him by handing him her panties, frequently in unusual. I had been released from the hospital and gotten some relief from being immobilized when the doctor took the full cast off of my fractured arm. At least I could feed myself and bathe now. My dad had taken some emergency time off and flown home from overseas when he found out about the accident. I was doing okay, and the racing team was asking if I would be back next spring. I told them I'd have to see. I was still thinking about my stepmother's bargain. With dad home, she hadn't been able to.