So no matter how many women tell me how attractive I am to them, I still see myself as ordinary. Average. And then she came along. I kind of wish she ...ould post at least one photo of herself, so I can judge for myself, but then I tell myself that it really doesn’t matter what she looks like. The attractive thing about her are the words she posts for everyone to see, and the words she writes to me in private. The words which encourage me. Like now, as I sit alone at a computer, my door locked on. I was embarrassed and most of all nervous that my daughter would be mad at me for my very obvious erection. At about twelve thirty, I heard a knock at my door. “Who is it” I answered politely. Tory didn’t bother to answer she just walked in. this time she was wearing a tiny white see though nightgown. Under that she had a pink thong that was giving her a camel toe, and her perky tits weren’t covered by a bra so I could tell they were perfectly round. “Can you make my bed Camille is sleeping and. Staring into her glass, resigned to tolerating the occasional puff of smoke blown into her face by another drunken, rude stranger, she drank. She sat, and she drank and, then, she left. He’d watched her engage in this monotonous routine more times than he’d care to count and, yet, he could never gather enough nerve to approach her. He desperately wanted to speak to her, to say something—anything—that could possibly solicit a smile from that sullen, weary, yet ironically youthful face. As he. Molds for the ingots were brought from the smelter, and dozens of gold pans were brought from the stamping mill where the ore was crushed, and the gold separated.The men loading the gold had a small problem. There wasn’t enough space left in the wagons to load all the gold. I had them take out lead until the gold fit, then put the extra lead on top of the false bottom.Once the ingots and tools were loaded, we crammed any available food into the wagons, and then tried finding places for everyone.