It was the post man, she had picked out one of Peter’s family photos and sent it off to be put onto canvas like a painting, she opened it to see how...it came out and was really pleased at the quality, she hung it over the fireplace and through out the day she kept looking at it and thinking her son had a point about how good she looked in front of the camera. No I can’t pose for him even though it would mean him staying at collage. Besides what would his lecturer say when he saw them and most of. Our hearts pound against each other, finding a matching rhythm, as we try to catch our breath. We drift asleep, wrapped in each other and caressed by the balmy Mediterranean breeze. A while later I awaken to the feel of your cock stirring inside of me, reawakening my passion. I turn my head so that our eyes meet. ‘Hey, you,’ I say, somewhat huskily. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss that causes desire to flare between us yet again. You roll to your back, bringing me with you so that I’m on top. I'll be back soon."Jennifer, whose moroseness was already beginning to be matched by alcoholic stupor, simply waved to her friend, bottle in hand, as Cindy left. She continued to drink herself into a haze which provided little relief from the gloom and despair which now permeated her spirit and her very existence. Jennifer's thoughts went to relief from her grief and pain which the alcohol was now dulling less and less."David Gentry?" Yes."The young man had just emerged from the Board of. She was at least hoping that they would change as well as she sighed to herself. Monika had her back to Steph and finally turned around to see why Patrick’s face changed. She watched as Patrick and Monika smiled a shit eating smile. Steph wanted to cringe at the look but there’s nothing she can do about how she looks at this moment. “So have you two chosen a song yet?” Matt’s voice boomed over everyone snapping Patrick and Monika’s attention from her to him. Steph silently thanked Matt for.