His hands were on my ass as I bent forward to kiss him. Once I pulled up, I told him how much I have admired his body in the pool and how much I have ...antasized about having sex with him. Steve was groping me as I spoke. Obviously as a guy he was not going to say no to a young girl who wants to fuck him. Here he was, a married man, with his sons girlfriend wanting to be fucked by him. I put my hands on his crotch and felt a hard cock. I stroked it through his slacks. Steve moaned at the touch.. On the other side was an engraving:To my best friend, my wife, and the love of my life.You will always be with me in my heart.All my love, TomBeth closed her hand around the locket to shelter it from the tears thatfell. Ariel tightened her embrace and waited for this latest storm ofpain to pass.*****Tuesday, January 2, 2001Waukesha, WIThe cold wind was back. It rearranged the deep snowdrifts in the yard asBeth looked out her front window at the early morning commuterstrickling out of the. He takes the one with a collar down and puts it around my neck and wrists and locks each one with a padlock he removed from his pocket. He then drags my body out of the wheel barrow onto the blanket and takes the other shackle bar and puts each end around my ankles locking those with padlocks as well. Taking the knife he always carries he cuts the jean shorts im wearing up each leg and pulls them off. Then he takes the knife and cuts my panties my shirt and my bra and pulls all of them off.. “There’s a backstory to that. I’d love to hear that some time,” Damon responded to my words now.“As would I,” Danielle added, the others nodding, too.“Let’s just say that it’s part Edgar Allen Poe, part Charles Dickens, and a few other things thrown in. You see ... I wasn’t born Adam Topper. Myron Heidelman, that’s my true name, but don’t repeat that one. I deliberately chose a Dickensian name for a reason. I was just a nerdy little schmuck with a regular set of folks, not too good, not too.