She didn't like dodging the pain of her boy's death. It felt wrong. It felt like betrayal. She would bear the pain of his death, just as she'd borne t...e pain of his birth. She would wait in agony, screaming as she allowed the pain to ravish through her soul, tearing pieces of it away as the minutes passed into hours. She re-lived every moment of his life, from the first time she'd held him, feeling him softly suckling at her breast, to the last time she'd kissed him goodnight, and everything in. I would doze off but if he moved or changed positions in the least in his bed, my eyes would pop open and I would strain in the dark to see if I could see him beating the beautiful piece of meat. At one point in the middle of the night, since I had a raging hard on and didn’t want to waste it, so I threw back the sheet and started to rub my cock without trying to be quiet or subtle. :I was actually hoping that he would wake up so we could pick up where we left off. But Tom was a sound sl**per. “Where are we going?”“I thought I’d take you on a date to the Sahara Gardens, if that’s alright with you?” he replied, running his hand over her slick olive-hued skin and massaging her toned flesh.She let out a soft sigh. “I’ve heard it’s beautiful there. Thank you.”“You’re welcome,” he replied, leaning in to give her a tender kiss before they parted.Everyone showered quickly then dispersed to their own rooms to get changed. John followed Alyssa into their walk-in-wardrobe and changed into a. She wasn't trying to seem natural but rather to stand out."Hello, I'm Lucy Avery, I'm here to do some modeling." I said it mostly to get her attention. She surely had been told to expect me."Yes, dad told me you were coming. You do have the right kind of look for the job. Even that god awful hair will work," she said."So you are the fashion expert," I said with a big smile. It was a bit demeaning I know."Dear, I will be shooting your images. Dad is semi retired these days. He takes care of the.