We can go forward... together. It won't be quite thesame of course. Nothing ever is. But who's to say it can't bebetter. We can go forward honestly at...least, my lovable, sweetsissy. Explore our desires, fantasies, and life together. It couldbe fun. So stop looking like I am your executioner and get up andtake a shower and get dressed. We have work to do."Linda stood up and kissed me on the cheek."Come Danielle, get that cute ass out of bed and get moving."Plans for the weekTwenty minutes. "Now, the doctors will tell you more but you are expected to make a full recovery but it will take a while. The bullet missed your heart but nicked your lung. You were bleeding internally. They had to cut you open to stop the bleeding. Jack, they almost lost you on the operating table!" She had tears pouring down her cheeks.I said, "It will be okay. Be patient with me."A nurse came in and saw my eyes. "You're awake. That's good. I'll tell the doctor and your female guards." She smiled gently. I hope the enclosed photographs will make up for that in some small way. If not, I’m sure you’ll have used our forced time apart to come up with some deviously appropriate punishment.I miss you.Love,hHe smiles to himself; she knows him almost too well. He has, in fact, been planning something, but it would unfortunately have to wait. The photographs, though . . . he is pleasantly surprised to receive them, knowing full well how much she despises being the subject of any picture. Photograph #1A. Since it was midnight and the cold climate made me hornier.I placed my hand on her shoulder as if it happened while am sleeping. There wasn’t any response from her. So I moved forward. I reached my hand near here face. Kept it there got some time and moved it forward to reach her boobs. She caught my hand. I thought I am doomed. But she took it and kept it on her shoulder near to her face and started rubbing her face on it. I took it as a green signal.So I started massaging her shoulder and.