.Imagine you do it to avoid avoiding a worse hell, perhaps you even fear death if you don’tImagine wondering if your members know what the lawyer’... telling youImagine if the forever treat you as if you were guiltyImagine if they read reports and never considered you might be innocentImagine doing the time and whatever you had to do to get through itImagine learning what pure hate feels likeImagine being its victimImagine having to do things that violate your values to surviveImagine when the. I had brought a couple of different tanning oils. I skimmed out of my pants quickly followed by Britt and Mom. The front of their suits looked to be identical except for color. Mine, of course, matched Britt's in color. Mom turned and bent at the waist to pick up the basket and carry it over a few feet to make getting things more convenient. Her backside was pointed toward the three of us.Britt said, "Mom, that's hot! You better get Dad to put suntan lotion on your cheeks though. Everywhere. .." Garret?" Deirdre asked as sweetly as she could manage."Yes, my darling?" I might forgive you for all this if you'd knock Sir Alomar down the restof these stairs about now. It would be entirely by accident, of course. I'd vouch for you." * * * *An hour later, Alomar - who hadn't been knocked down the remaining stairsbut had been thoroughly amused by the idea that Garret's young lady wasalready using her wiles to get what she wanted - cut in on a. But when they do it comes like a massive jolt of electricity challenging and destroying our conventions. So it is with Emma.All eyes are on her. Luxuriant auburn hair tumbles over a green latex mask. A long flowing dress in olive silk, worthy of Dior or Chanel, both reveals and conceals her perfect body. In that moment she feels that she is the centre of the universe.I stand and a waiter moves quickly to draw back her chair. Both seated, she looks directly at me, seeking my approval. I smile..