In my mind’s eye I saw a portrait of Laurel on the horizon in front of me. That I could see very distinctly.I continued to walk south along Connecti...ut Avenue, crossing Taft Bridge over a stretch of Rock Creek Park, which meanders through Washington as an urban wilderness. Then I turned left to get to my apartment in the Adams Morgan district.I lived in what had been during the nineteenth century a town house for an upper middle class family. Now it was a rooming house. I served as manager for. He looked about the house he had literally built and the gardens that he now rattled about within and without, trying to find some project he could turn his stressed mind to.It was over an hour later, Jay, stripped down to his Cargo shorts and tool belt was working in front of the double-garage when he heard his daughter arrive. He winced slightly as he heard her over-rev the engine as she pulled up around the corner; a frown then appearing as he wondered if the Mini convertible he had bought. Odin is hungry for her, digging in deep, exploring her mouth, enjoying that human taste ... Until she finally gags a little and has to back off with a little cough, but flashing a smile to the camera and an almost apologetic look toward her husband.“My God...” We hear him saying as he leans into her ear. “That was hot... ! You look amazing, luv!”Then Odin is standing over her again, standing next to her, leaning against her soft white boobs. He’s clearly keen to move to the next level ... And. Then for an hour he lay on the bed and concentrated on pleasing her. His efforts made Joan come even stronger and he knew she knew she had broken him. The next morning she made him give her oral pleasure and then forced him to dress in a girls see though red night dress. Then she handed him his study books and said, ?You have twelve hours work to do boy! Catching up! Get it done or no water or tea!? all day the broken boy worked the exercises seeming to be from a past life. That night on her.