The heat from the water started to make mycramping in my abdomen much worse. I was used the shower head to try andspray away some of the blood. I shot...a little water up there and a lotof blood came out. I thought for a second that I had serious problem.The blood from my period ran down my legs to the floor and coated thewhite tub turning it pink. The blood mixed with the water and made itlook much worse. After about three minutes of bleeding it finallycleared up. Do all girls have to deal with. Bird slides back onto her elbows. She is calm, at ease, one leg bent with her chin tucked to her chest. I swing around still at a distance to get a perpendicular view. She looks to me as if to pose and smiles in acceptance of my ogle.I squat to sit cross-legged, leaning my back against a nearby fencepost. Bird is inviting, she shows no signs of wanting me to keep away. Yet, I feel comfortable just watching, observing, taking her in as she seemingly settles into her element. The camera sits idly. Their shooting was true and the marines fell in considerable numbers but there were simply too many of them over too great an area. Their advance was relentless and terrifying.When the artillery suddenly stopped, indicating that the marines were close enough that they might get hit with it, the order finally came down. "Okay, everyone," Walker said. "It's time to get the hell out of here. Withdraw to the rear as quickly as you can. Creek, you and I will keep some fire on those marines until. He had attached photos not just shots of himself, but of him with someone else. He had done this before! This was his Thursday treat! No kids, no wife, just three hours to get blown before he had to be a father and husband again. I was getting sicker as I scrolled through. There were our sheets! Our bed! He had been fucking these internet skanks on our bed for god-knows-how-long, and all I thought was he had wanked himself out. I felt pathetic. The tears rolled forth, big wet, warm lines down.