Duh. This was both surprising and disappointing to me as the first one is no picnic and after the full frontal sense assault I was in no mood to go th...ough it again, but it was actually a lot easier. This time I was already entirely numb and I could identify each tug and snip as landmarks along the shameful journey and I knew exactly how many more pokes and puffs of flesh smoke were left until I could get out of there and get a burrito.. . .AND THEN I PASSED OUT- Okay, procedure's over -- doc. She took my hand inside her navel covered by saree. I found the belly button.Oh god.I felt like hitting the jackpot.She took her hand of now.My sense of fear was gone.Now i knew this lady was hot and i can eat her at my will.Now i placed my index finger inside the button and started circling.She bent her head little backwards.I knew she was enjoying it.Then i started doing it fast and simultaneously getting close to her body.Then she stopped my hand and held it tight.I thought she couldn’t take. It was night and foggy. She called out for help but there is no one there.And she kept on hearing the pale woman calling out to her.The pale woman: Gabriella, I'm coming to get you!!As Gabriella kept on running, she finally stopped by the playground, by the swings. As the fog swirled all around her, she felt a strong hand gripping her arm. She was being forced to turn around to see her assailant.It was the pale woman. The pale woman was giving her broadest smile towards Gabriella.The pale. “We’ll do that soon,” I said.“Soon,” Bonnie echoed.About 5 minutes later I sighed and stood myself up. Bonnie stood up with me and without saying a word, we started cleaning up. Bonnie grabbed the little rechargeable hand vacuum while I plugged in the main vacuum cleaner. We had to clean the string off each other first, which involved a bit of giggling then we set to cleaning it up from around the house. We’d managed to spread it around pretty thoroughly so it took a bit of time to clean up but.