She said to hold on to it until it appeared that we would need them. She was served as she left the house for a trip to Chicago. I was told she became...very angry but went ahead on her trip. I called the investigators and asked them to follow her in Chicago and if possible photograph her activities. I got pictures of her having sex with her usual lover and two other men. When she returned I had moved out and there was a for sale sign on our front lawn. It was my house, not ours, and I knew I. ’ She thought. ‘But aren’t all artists mad?’ she asked of no one, pacing the floor and smoking feverishly on her cigarette. ‘Van Gogh cut off his ear, Latrec indulged in absinthe, Chatterton and Plath killed themselves how many other artists, writers, poets and musicians had gone mad or died? Was it the curse of the creative thought process that tormented them, the pursuit of artistic integrity or the deep passionate yearning to show the beauty only they could see? The line from an Eliot poem. She heard the front door open and the sound of Jason, her son, and his best friend William coming down the hall. She stayed out of sight, since she was not prepared for company. “Dude, where is your hot mom?” William asked. “Dude, that is my mom you are talking about,” Jason said annoyed. “I know, but she gets me so hard,” William stated. “Look what I found, it looks just like her.” Cherry could hear pages flipping and without being able to help it her body was tingling at what William was. I try and try and struggled for a good 5 minutes turning down hands, but to no avail. I look down, i saw my panties on the ground.. someone pull off my bras and it was no where to be seen now. Maybe someone took it into their handbag.. fucking Japanese is goinn to sniff on my bras. Disgusting. I was lucky the train pull up at another station. I push my way out of the train after climaxes twice. I think i look like a complete eape victim. My yukata was all rip open. But thankfully that the.