Ihad just created myself, well my girl self, but none the less theimpact was huge, especially for a twelve-year-old boy.After I got off the phone with...Cindy, I went to my room, lying on mybed, I let random thoughts run through my head, mostly about beingAmanda. I was going to be Amanda Christine Flowers, a girl I didn'teven know. When this crazy modeling thing started, I thought Mrs.Meyers was joking with me, not realizing she would get a job for me.She did though, so I went along with it. Part. . + Have I invented that? That the scene in which wax is dripped on the woundsof the whip derives from the manuscript? I cannot be sure. The dictionary of dreams is all I have beside my bed andit is silent upon this topic. I only know that it seemed like a memory - ashared memory - to myself and Eliza. Shared, yes. Indeed. Mme darkness. + When I arrived home the next night she was still there in my cellar, naked,her skin glowing in the light of the fire she'd rekindled, her wounds. ”I forgot that they were away tonight. Well, Lizzie was busy tonight so it was just going to be me and Laura.Soon enough mum and dad had left the house. It got dark pretty fast and it was just me and Laura watching the tv on separate sofas. I hadn’t dared leave the room while she was still in her uniform. I wondered if she thought the same of me in my uniform. What if she liked what she saw? Wishful thinking.“Hey, Jake, you want to put on a scary film?” She perked up.“Urm sure.... but won’t you. Once his middle finger found the slit it was seeking, he stiffened it and dove inside. Molly quivered and ooed as quietly as possible. He massaged the walls he was so familiar with. Being married for 30 years, there wasn’t any part unfamiliar to him. After several moments which felt like an eternity to Molly, Jim pulled his hand up and out. The juice was thick between his fingers. Musk of his wife’s pussy entered the air and he brought it to her nose. She trembled in ecstasy as she smelled her.