If what she said was true,she'd regain a sense of self that wasn't quite the same as the lustyvixen he'd spent his afternoon with, and he didn't want ...er running outon him.Not when such an opportunity had at last landed in his lap. Not when heplanned for her to land in his lap a great many more times.It was light when Jo drifted into wakefulness. She'd been dozing, halfsleeping, for an hour or so beforehand, and so sat up feeling refreshed.For the first time in days, the fatigue was gone. She'd. For me that was not my thing even the though my screen handle on websites gave the impression of me being a sub. It was just something I used from my college days. The next morning I had an e-mail message with the question, “are you ready to be my bitch boy?” Damn he must have gotten my e-mail from a profile I had created online, otherwise how did he know it? I wondered. For the next six days in a row, I received the same message, all of which I ignored. On the seventh day, I finally responded. For that - and for the day I first met you, my Petal - I shall always be grateful. My love for you will never die, Richard xx I went every day to the hospice. Sometimes, Gaynor never woke at all and I just sat looking at her for an hour or so. Nurses popped in and fed me cups of coffee. She was one of their own and, I’m not suggesting she had favourable treatment but they were extremely attentive. Towards the end, she was a sad sight, a shell of the real vibrant Gaynor I knew and loved. One. Lauren shook her head gently, smiling as she reached out and touched the side of her face."Shh! I'm all smelly." But rather than walking towards the shower, her willpower briefly lapsed and she pulled the girl's head against her stomach, holding her head tight. Emma responded quickly by wrapping her arms around her buttocks and legs."Oh Lori, I think we're safe for a while." Silence for several seconds as Lauren watched her, moving slightly as though she might be crying. "Thanks for looking.