A capital ‘T’ with cross strokes on the vertical. This too was part of the art of punishment. Even the eight lucky strokes and the character writt...n in pain had significance. Blood splashed on the breasts of the artist who was performing to the edification of all but her victim, Garry. It trickled from the points of her nipples and onto the sand. Then there was more liquid on the sand as sweat, blood and finally sperm flowed on to the sand between Garry’s thighs. This final convulsion as the. He used to hang around alocal wishing well, and mentally listen to the wishes being made there. Asurprising number of the wishes were simple things. Or at least, simplefor him. Things like 'I wish Johnny would notice me' or something. So hewould prod Johnny to notice her and say something." What did he get out of it?" Rose wondered out loud."Mostly, a feeling of doing something good for someone. That, and it wasmore interesting than sitting around watching the tube. The problem is,the wishes. I was shocked when before Terry left she came to me and said so nice to see some white sugar around here. It hadn't been unnoticed by me that white employees were a rarity.Frank came to the hotel Wednesday evening after work. Jessie was waiting for him when I got there. Jessie seemed disappointed when I came in the door. Jessie told me then that Frank was coming to see her.Frank arrived moments after I did. Neither Jessie or Frank paid any attention to me. Jessie opened the door and hugged and. We had great Sex life and just enjoyed being with each other. In the past two years Shane had started talking about new things while in the bedroom and buying me toys mainly Dildos. He would act like the dildo was someone else and ask me if I liked being fucked by someone else. This went on for some time before he asked me if I would really do it. I explained how I loved him and only wanted to be with him and it was fun to play but I would never dream of having sex with someone else.Shane kept.