Feeling so lonely, I went downstairs in the darkness. Then a strong hand grabbed my shoulder and made me turn around.After being almost frightened to ...eath by that black intruder, I began yelling at him to get out, crying and screaming loud in the middle of the night…Then the burglar`s efforts ceased in being about stealing her possessions and I think he became more concerned in enjoying my mature body…Grabbing me by my curly hair, the fastest way to get me be quiet was to stuff my yelling. Sleep well? I ignored him, going to get a cup. Its my last day in Dallas, so Anne and I are going shopping today. Be back later and well all go to dinner. I started to protest, but figured WTF at last wed be free of him, so I held my tongue. They left around noon and returned about five-thirty. Anne wore a new cashmere sweater and held an expensive handbag, so I suppose he was just showing his appreciation. I suppose sometime during the day, shed also shown him her appreciation in some small. ” I said as our lips parted, “He knows what I do for a living, so it’s cool.” He shook his head and left and I returned to talk with Anthony about what he had filmed. “Holy Shit! You were fucking your dad. That is fucking wild.” He said, as he began watching the film again. “The shit I read on the internet must be true then.” He exclaimed. “I knew that you fucked your uncle and did films with your mom and grandmother, but….fucking Wow!!” he said with smile. I started to walk back toward my. Again! Fucking Otto. We arrived at my house with me riding in back of the Benz cuddled with Gwen and Bailey. I was profoundly weary. Gwen looked into my tired eyes as she helped me out of the car, and promptly supported me through the front door. Once inside, Bailey and Angel took charge, leading me to the big bedroom. As Bailey knelt in front of me, stripping me, I turned to Jennifer Angel with a question that had been bothering me. "Angel, Otto must have been very busy that last day. When did.