’ ‘Hell they are probably all lying. This trip was all about gathering information. What we do with it once we analyze it, is where the art comes ...n,’ Peter said. ‘I have a feeling that you aren’t kidding. You have a feel for this shit don’t you?’ Trish asked. ‘Well I have some unique incidents in my back ground that makes it possible to weigh all the possibilities,’ Peter said. Two hours into the drive home they stopped at an economy motel. The owner seemed to be Persian. The motel itself. It was mom and she asked me to open the door, I stood up slowly opened the door, and went back into bed. She sat at the foot of my bed, there was awkward silence for about 3 minutes then she started sobbing, I couldn’t bear to see her in tears I stood up and hugged her tight, I missed her too and I knew it, “I thought I had lost you top”, she said tears trickling down her beautiful face, “I’ll always be there for you mom, you will never lose me”. She chuckled and said “jerk”. I laughed she. There had to be so much more. Brian turned her around. He stood there in just his pajama bottoms, his chest bare and exposed. Pulling her in with his arms around her waist, their lips met in an amazing explosion of a kiss. It was intense, passionate, loving, amazing and everything in between. There was nothing that wasn’t right. She knew this was just where she belonged. Brian unbuttoned Shannon’s pants, lowered the zipper and let them fall to the floor. Carefully she stepped out of them and. The act of sex changes people, turns them from lambs of God, to monsters of Satan, my mother preached purity and chastity, then in the heat of desire, begged for the unspeakable, her white flesh marked by the leather tawse, the pain drawing pleasure, the tawse marking and drawing blood, while she begged for more.She wore high necked clothes and mid length frocks, hiding her unadulterated marking, people thought her a bible thumping convert, in truth she hid her sexual excesses, her markings and.