The prayer went on and on and on. Moses’ mouth got tired but he was a good boy who wanted to get into heaven so he continued nursing. His little f...ngers got cramps but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. This was his dream, his Vision. Daniel’s voice grew louder. He put one hand on the back of Moses’ head and wrapped his larger hand over the smaller one. The pastor moved the boy’s hand faster. Daniel’s voice grew louder. He stroked faster. He was nearly screaming now. He drew the boy’s small. Sunday had been spent drawing designs, and discussing ideas. Steetch had reminded the others that every secret lair has another secret exit, so they added that idea to their list. Hardcase wondered how difficult it would be to transport the rock dust to her garden, or to a central location she could get at. It would provide useful minerals. Freaky wanted access to water, and some kind of drainage for graywater and or sewage. He didn't think it would be too much trouble, but he might need a pump. Ten years of that is a long time. But that didn't stop me from going back to her again and again, nor she from taking me inside her.For a couple of years, our affair had an outdoor theme. We'd go for a walk or hike, ending up having passionate sex somewhere along the way. One particular time I recall gratefully was when I met Rebecca at a park near her apartment. The park was laced with many hiking trails, with plenty of places to hide and make love.It was Kentucky Derby Day, 1992. We met at. Feeling tears welling up, I try to repress them. Hoping that she believes the truth I wish was a lie. “You should take better care of yourself”, she chides as she reaches for the probe on the tray. Me too I try to convey with my sorrowful gaze. A small amount of guilt washes over me. I did not wish to disappoint anyone, but the truth is more important. I also know that it was wrong to let myself fall into disrepair. “This is a tragedy that needs attention soon”. Monica exclaims softly as she.