'He's not catching us, he watches us and films us, then shows the film to like minded men who jerk off to us'.A million things and images were flappin... around inside my head, and an equal number of questions were formulating, but nothing was coming out.Emma could see that, and continued, 'You may as well know now, since he has caught you flicking your bean'.'The big clock on our dresser in the room, is a spy cam'. I froze, that was two Christmases back, and I have since then been alone in the. This was an adobe house with a sod roof, and the only openings were in the front where there was a door and two windows. The return fire was coming from the two windows.The attackers were crouched behind various things in the front yard, and I was going to advise Widow Martin to get rid of them as quickly as possible. There was no point in providing shooting stations for attackers. However, this made the backs of all five shooters readily visible and perfect targets for me. I figured to use my. For me. She loved me, and her open arms allowed me to love her back.Her touch, feather light, hovering, unsure, but there, made passion bloom, like cactus after a rain, explodes into life. And I was consumed as if by the stars in her eyes, As if they came close and burned me to nothingness.I thought of her tonight and ... remembered, the passion that changed my life forever. And if there never were another night like that, I should surely die a happy, happy man, floating through eternity in the. Turning to you, I press lightly down on your shoulders. Obediently, you drop to your knees on the soft, plush carpet and kneel, motionless. I move around the large room lighting candles. I return, standing before you in the warm glow of the flickering light. You raise your head, looking up at me as I lock my eyes on yours. Delving into my pocket, I pull out a violet silken scarf. I lean forward, dr****g the scarf across your eyes before tying it firmly at the back of your head. The violet hue.