Here look, isn't it pretty?" she said as he finished the tea anda cookie.Mark really didn't want to look but couldn't stop himself. The diamondsspark...ed and glinted in the overhead light and was drawn to how pretty itwas. He didn't know how long he stared at it before she put it away butabsorbed everything Granny was saying."Carol is your mother and because of that you must, no matter how muchyou don't, will do whatever she tells you. You will obey her withoutquestion, understand? Good and. She kind of dragged me off behind the gym where there was an alcove and some scrubby bushes, hugged me and rubbed her luscious body on me as she worked on my belt and said, "I'm your reward, Billy. Three scores gets you three girls, understand. Juney tomorrow and little Julia on Sunday. You be nice to her, real nice. She might be cherry." By then she had my pants open and falling to my ankles and her hand on my swelling cock, the first person other than me to touch the big thing.She backed off. Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher. You two know so much about us by reading our minds, or at least by Mercy reading our minds and telling Missy who tells you, Merlin. Since you know everything about us, what else do you want to know?"Missy spoke up, "Actually, we don't know that much about you. Mercy was doing her thing last night when she found you, but she has not dug into your mind because you are special to her. You have to tell us all about yourselves, but we'll know if you are not telling us the truth."I tried to give them.