And I'm going to do something that butchLezzy you hit would love to have done. I'm going to massage yourarse for you. Don't think I'm doing you any ...avours ..." shegrinned as she began to rub the hideously bruised buttocks,hearing Anne Curtis cry out in pain "...I'm just making sure youfeel the next fifteen just as much as you felt the last ones! And by Christ, you felt the last ones, didn't you, Curtis! I'msure you won't be back for another dose of this, will you girl?"and the anguished. “Ricardo?” “No, but maybe better.” “Wow!” Mike was amazed and really curious now. “What could be better for you than Ricardo?” “Come see for yourself.” Jan led Mike into the study where the computer was on and an email was showing on the screen. As Mike read he was puzzled. “Ok, this is a couple responding about one of our stories...,” Mike muttered, “Keep reading.” Jan confidently directed. “Typical..., typical...,” Mike read the usual things that they enjoy getting occasionally from. He got up and said lets go. We entered the condo and Peggy lay on the bed and removed her top. Richie was aghast and wondered if she shouldn't get dressed cause after all Her husband was there and he was a boy. I smiled and said you can get comfortable too if you want. Richie was wearing a pair of shorts with a bathing suit under them and a pair of sandals. he wondered what I meant. Peggy gave him more lotion and laid back on her back with her breasts exposed. she said rub my front now. he. His feelings waned and calmed, but the hole they left never filled.He was able to move on finally, moving the encounter to the back of his mind, allowing him to live his life without pain, but still able to open the memory every so often and remember it fondly. The years passed and he tended his grounds, keeping the lighthouse shining brightly, swimming in the ocean, fishing and farming for himself. He began keeping a little bookshelf of tales and reference that interested him. But he never.