If it is more ancient and somewhat faded, I let my imagination come up with the details surrounding the basic concept. As such, my fantasies are a ble...d of reality and fiction.This particular fantasy happened a few months ago. I had only just created my bucket list—for those of you who are unaware of this fact, I recently started doing all the things I told myself I would one day do, only to put them off over and over again—and one of the first items on the list was: Ride a horse.I have a vague. "Look at yourself you ignorant bastard...look what you let us do to you. You fucking lowlife, you deserve it." She then looked closely at me, pausing for effect. "I'm going to rent your ass out again when I find just the right client...I want only the proper client for you pig!" "One thing you must know pig," she sneered at me..."over the coming decades a million people will see you in all your glory being used like the piece of shit you are, because we're going to sell and distribute this. ?Are you sure ?? Melanie?s voice was icily mocking.?Yes, yes. I surrender. Please don?t hit me again,? I sobbed.?You can have some more if you want.?I didn?t want. ?No. No. I?ve had enough,? I begged. ?Okay then.? Suddenly there was another strike, this time to my thighs.?Owwww,? I cried in outrage, tears forming again.?Just a reminder,? Melanie whispered sweetly. ?Now put your hands behind your back like a good little pervert,? ordered the dark voice. This time I complied. A cord snaked. Nothing is said for a longtime. They both just relish being in each other's company. It's nice.Karli does ask at one point, "Why am I wearing this weird robe?"At about 6pm, Cindy comes in and nods to Lisa. Flora brings in two cupsof tea and hands one each to Lisa and Karli. Before they drink, Lisasays to Karli, "I'll see you on the other side, my love."Karli looks at Lisa and then at Cindy. Cindy takes Karl's left hand andLisa's right hand in hers and says, tears falling down her face for.