I walked over and sat down next to him.He touches me and gently hugged me.“You name is Robert?”“Yes.”“Call me Karl. This is my daughter Leon...r and the woman who is now talking to Betty, whose name is Linda. She is my wife.”Leonor turned over on her stomach and put her hand under her chin to stare at me. She was very thin, but it went great to her beginning to form femininity.“We are looking for a boy of your age for filming. And we have already seen that this is not very easy. Betty recommended. Godknows what I may have stepped in walking around these streets."I dared raise my head enough to figure out she was seated next to Roseon the leather sofa. She was equally as beautiful as Rose, but blonde, and had on a white leather tube type dress. Her boots were thigh high and she had on off white stockings. She had crossed her legs and I crawled to her upraised foot and twisted my neck around to begin licking her sole. She immediately stomped down hard on my face and ground her foot on my. Glancing at the screen she saw it was her mother, Jean and she hit the answer button:“Hello” Dawn said as she recalled her conversation two days earlier with her mother.“Hi Dawn, I just wanted to let you know I’m only 30 minutes away.” “Oh crap! I forgot to let Mark know you were coming. I’m headed to Amber’s to babysit for a few days.” Dawn said as she hit the steering wheel with one hand.“Oh, well I’ll just turn around and go home. We can visit on another weekend.” Jean said with. Maybe it is the feeling of tiny creature crawling on my hand, or the disgusting smell of rottenness and mould. Possibly, it is the pain. Never mind! It looks unbelievable that I can still breathe, feel, and see. This doesn't make me feel happy at all. Surely, I am going to die soon! I know that there is something wrong with me! Am I really dying? But I am just 27.I take a deep breath and try to chase the panic away. The thoughts scurry in my head. I am lying at the bottom of a deep well. I am.