The last thing I wanted to do was to jump into some shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers and head to the gym or go for a run.You would think that the divorce...would be motivation enough for me to get off my ass and do something about losing all that excess weight. Well, you'd be wrong. I was upset at my failed marriage and losing my children. I loved them dearly, just as I loved Diane. Worse than that, she found a job in another state and I was denied the privileges of seeing them frequently. In short,. Preface to Part 5: Some parts of this story have been very difficult forme to write; what is happening to Joanne is not something that shouldever happen to any child, however innocent they are, or not. But thingssimilar to this do happen in real-life, and the memories that plague awriter attempting to fictionalize episodes from their own life sometimesforce it to be more "real" than might be enjoyable to read, let alonewrite. This won't be the last part of the story where there arepassages. I can see her squirming on the stool and know she is loving this. I figure she deserves a reward for setting this whole thing up with out being asked. I keep of the motions and increase the pace. I suddenly see a little piss leak out of her. I stop playing with the plug and walk around to her ear. “Do you have to pee?” I ask. Mara nods quickly. “Have you been tied up here long?” I ask her. Again, quick nodding. “Hold it until you cum, and then release it as you cum” I tell her. A slight pause. ~~~The day had arrived. His doll was being delivered. He had to be home to accept his package. The doll was super expensive and couldn’t just be left at the door.She arrived at ten o’clock. Federal Express rang the bell and Robert signed for the box. The worker helped Robert bring it into his home. Robert made small talk with the worker and then he left.Robert opened the box and there she was. Holly, his beautiful dream date. He read through her book and started to program her. He had.