He refused to be caught unaware by Death.In a way, he figured, the doctor's diagnosis had been fortunate for him. Now he knew that Death would come fo... him, within a few days at the most. Now he knew to be prepared.Eventually, James fell asleep in his leather armchair. His dreams were troubled, as always. Nervously he twitched through his nightmares, occasionally clutching at his chest and moaning.A loud scream brought him out of his fitful slumber, cold sweat obscuring his vision as he tried. Since I was quite young I have enjoyed the taste of my own body. I don't remember how young I was when I first started, 12 or 13 maybe, I just recall thinking that I smelled good and wondering how it tasted. Naturally curious I just did it, sticking a finger in and taking a lick. Been hooked ever since.Are there other gals who enjoy the taste of their own pussies? I mean really like it? I watch a lot of pornos and in all of them the girl is always tasting the fingers or dildo she's pulled out. Every morning in our first week of marriage, he told me to put on a bra. I refused, and he grabbed my balls … hard. By that Friday, he didn’t even have to tell me what he wanted. I put on the bra on my own. Bras were a regular part of my daily dressing from then on, even though I always wore men’s clothes over them. Michael notices the worried look on my face. ‘What’s wrong habibi?’ he asked. When I told him what just happened he laughed. Pointing to my knitting he said, ‘Maybe you were. "It was about that time, I realized I missed lunch.Emily had a nice little sheet waiting for me with information about Todd Mitchell. She recommended I speak to Wilma Grimm in the personnel department before doing anything else.Wilma had been with the company forever. She ran a tight ship and did a good job. She always wore a business suit and always had her hair in a tight bun. Her confidence made her a little intimidating to anyone who met her. If Emily wanted me to see her, it must be.