“Let’s go out the front and next door. I’m getting thirsty,” David said.Cindy followed David out front and around to the reception entrance. C...ming into the room he saw Carol, Margaret and Cindy’s mother talking in a corner table. Nancy and Helen were working with different groups of women, their portables up and active on contract forms. Ms. Carmichael raised her hand and gestured for Cindy and David to come over.“Honey, we are going to have Cindy come be with us on Saturday and stay for a. See, each link in the chain is a memory and each memory is built on, and connected to, other memories. You can’t have a single memory that is disconnected from every other memory, can you?‘Every memory you have, even if you’re just remembering what you had for breakfast, is linked to earlier memories. If you had bacon for breakfast, the fact that you recognize that it was bacon is linked to earlier memories of bacon, all the way back to the first time you tried it and when your mom or dad told. "Come on wake up you little tart," he said, drawing back the shades onthe truck."The ladies is over there, you can get yourself cleaned up, I've got thepapers already we can go and get some breakfast."I slid my knickers up my smooth legs, tucking myself away and pulled myhareem pants back up, enjoying the way they cupped around my ass shapingit. I buttoned back up my blouse, pulled on my pixie boots grabbed mybag and swung my legs down from the cab and headed over to the bathroom.I could feel. He placed a hand on her shoulder -- the one which was still faintly oozing a fine line of blood from the lashing and she winced but managed not to yell. He lifted one boot."Remove them!" he said.She slipped the briefs from the boot, and he stood on it while lifting the other. She slipped the garment off over the second boot and held it in her hands, not knowing what he wanted her to do with it-afraid lest she do the wrong thing."Drop that and kiss my cock!" he ordered.She dropped the limp.