Was it all over? Could I simply leave? What about that mysterious “new owner?” Would I be turning my back on my new life if I ventured out to seek...the comforting embrace of my gentle lover? I ventured out and stayed in the shadows of the thick pine woods as I navigated my way down the coast a few doors toward his cabin. * * *“We’ve been expecting you.” WE?!? Huh?In the dark room someone took her firmly by the arm and guided her to a standing full-length mirror illuminated by a spotlight.. I had it all planed out; I thought if he found out that I knew, he would stop! I told him that what he'd done to my wife was ****, but if it stopped now I'd keep my mouth shut. He just laughed at me, then said that he hadn't **** her, that she'd done it willingly. He said that she was the one who went to the shed knowing she'd be getting fucked! In desperation I asked him if he would keep the others out of it, that I didn't want my pretty little wife gangbanged. He looked me in the eye and. ‘Well, maybe it’s time you do,’ she said. ‘Mrs. Forrester was friends with your folks. Maybe a judge would listen to her.’ Matt wasn’t sure how to respond to Dianna’s suggestion. He wanted to see Mary, more than anything, but he wasn’t sure she would want to see him. ‘I think you ought to give Rick and his mom a call,’ Dianna insisted. ‘If you don’t do something, you’ll have to move to Seattle.’ ‘Would it bother you if I had to move?’ he asked. Dianna was surprised by her answer. ‘Yes, it. ” I pointed at the shore.Heather made a face. “Too bad. All right, let’s see them then.”We spent a good half-hour with the pictures. One by one, we examined them, critiqued them, and tried to see what could have been better. Most of them were run of the mill, or mistakes, or test shots. The two pictures of her bucket on the pier came out exactly as she promised. I couldn’t remember which shot was the one with bucket upside down and which was right side up, but it didn’t matter; one was clearly.