____A tickle on her thigh. Her eyelids fluttered open. Blurry vision crystalized, and she could see once more. Her blindfold and duct tape were gone, ...nd bright morning light poured into her mind.The outline of a man. Jack. Sir. Him.“Good morning, beautiful.” He kissed her softly on the cheek.“Good morning, Sir.” She smiled and tried to turn to her side. The straps prevented her; she was still restrained, spread eagle, face down.So it was real.He released the handcuffs, wrists first. Then. It starts somewhere around the time I was an infant. I can remember, not to mention being told several thousand times that my choice of toys as a child were dolls, strollers, dress up and tea parties, Barbie's, the whole nine yards. I had mostly girl cousins around me and instead of playing with my toys or my brother's toys I would always seem to choose the girl's toys. My mother has several pictures of me dressed from head to toe as a little girl. Pretty dresses, shoes, make-up, hats, and of. She was excited and I was bored as hell with it all. It was fun though to see all this camera stuff I had never seen, but I could hardly wait to get outta there honestly.A few weeks passed and that same man asked my mom if he could take me with him to my first photo shoot at the same place. He said they liked working without the parents there since the boys like me, get distracted and worry about mom looking at their them all the time. My mom asked my dad and they both said it was fine with. No snow on Christmas would be awful!Bob says we'll have so much snow by the end of winter, that I'll never want to see snow againI don't think that's possible.Bob is such a nice man, I'm glad he's our neighbor.December 14Snow, lovely snow! 8 inches last night.The temperature dropped to -20.The cold makes everything sparkle so.The wind took my breath away, but I warmed up by shoveling the driveway and sidewalks.This is the life!The snowplow came back this afternoon and buried everything again.I.