I hate that name.It makes me sound so Jewish.The fact that I am Jewish has nothing to do with it. It is just the way it comes out, so utterly harsh an... brittle. I can't tell you the jokes about "Baby Ruth" that haunted me in elementary school. I don't look Jewish at all. The nonsense of being what your name is makes me want to puke. That is why I changed my name to Annie when we moved to New Jersey.I feel that as Annie I have a whole new world in front of me. Now I can be an Irish girl like the. I crept back to bed and made do with a girly mag I found in dad's sock drawer. She arrived on Friday, and dad announced this was my new step-mum who had come to stay for the weekend, bringing her bossy daughter Molly, who said she was 15. Molly was really cute – short dark hair, a lovely smile, small tits in a tight tee-shirt and long legs emerging from a short skirt. We were lying in the garden when I told her about the photos on dad's laptop, and nervously asked if she had ever fisted."How. So what’s the dilemma? Well, in the case of what I’m going to tell you I have no idea where either this really started or where the end is either likely or going to be. I only know that I’m writing down what happened in the last hour while it’s still fresh in my mind's eye. I’m currently in a Hotel room by the way, and have just finished talking to and then continuing to watch my wife, Pat. I travel on business. Sometimes Pat comes with me, to the nicer destinations you understand. At other. "Both men smiled at each other with the trust that comes from working together for years."Do you have any idea why we have been ordered to the northern end of the Adriatic?" asked Charles, "We don't need any more women do we, or do you?" No idea," replied the Admiral, "What do you mean, do I need any more women?" Well there's an illicit slave market on the island of Rab, off the Croatian coast where Admiral Peitsche used to buy Albanian girls. I wondered if that was to be out destination, since.