There was a story about a "stocking wearing cocksucker" I think was the term you used. I read some of the other stories also, did you write all of tho...e?Ah, yes. I did.They were interesting, interesting and disgusting. Do you do all those things?NO, I don't.Why do you write them, do you want to do all those things?NO.Hmmm.. really? They sure read like you want to do it.NO.Really? Then why write them?Ah, they turn me on.So you do want to do those things.NO.Listen to yourself, "kestra." That's. "Adorable!" I said, being probably too gushy. "What about you Jack?"She went to her closet. She was wearing an adorable pair of pin striped pants that were pastel pink, green, and yellow. She was also wearing a tube top that perfectly matched the pink in the pants.We laughed together at the beauty of our clothes.At that point, Amanda came in, and I was signed on. A few people were on from Paris, a lot of people on with "getting ready for tonight" away messages on, and then a couple California. ‘Ready?’ * * * * * Pieter and Jacob ‘It’s absolutely amazing.’ Jacob gushed happily. ‘Absolutely.’ It had been a long twelve hours since Pieter had given him the shot and he had suffered through body cramps and nausea that made him beg for the sweetness of death. But Pieter hadn’t killed him. Pieter had stayed at his bedside, sponging the sweat from his brow when flaming heat seared his body and wrapping him warmly when cold skated through his skin. His large hands massaged every inch of his. I look deeply into her eyes, and then I say, "Jillian, I need to dosomething, I promise, I'll be right back, okay?"This surprises her a little, but she recovers and says, "You do what youneed to, I'll wait her as long as it takes."I truly believe she would. And a little more of what she is about fallsinto place. Which makes it a slight bit easier doing what I am going todo.I get up and go into my bedroom, and open a drawer that was not touchedby me or Jillian earlier, and underneath the items.