She stared at it in fascination for a couple of minutes before getting very upset at herself. She couldn’t help but compare it to your Dad’s, and ...n her mind, it was almost identical.She never masturbated thinking about you, but she often did while thinking about your father, and sometimes, the image of you would flash unwanted into her brain. It truly made her angry at herself when that happened. The bottom line is this, though, she was attracted to you, and she was very lonely. If the right. .we can get in there by the back way…..the way I escaped when he caught me stealing the coke…its not usually guarded…..the thick woods are behind the lab…we can climb in through the wire fence, I know a weakness in it, we’ll need to have some poisoned steaks for the dogs….and then we can sneak up and get into the lab through the rear….take him by surprise. The men have a loyalty to me more than him, we should be able to handle them. Promise them some of the money.’ ‘I’ll get on it. Just you get. He got me into photography by giving me my first real camera when I was sever teen, taught me how to frame subjects, how to measure light, how to make the best of what light there was, how to use lighting and strobes, and shadows, and the dark room. He was into creative lighting and using fading and shadowing in the dark room. He taught me what poses really were, and how to make the best of situation photography. Under his guidance, I took my first semi-nudes, and nude studies, and later my. ”“Bethany, do you love me any less than you did two weeks ago?” I said, lowering my voice and looking into her eyes.“No,” she said softly.“Do you think I love you any less?”“No.”“Then I don’t see the harm, unless you’re saying that we’re never getting back together.”“Oh no! No! That is not what I want. I want you to get past your problems. Don’t ever think I don’t love you!”“Then it’s settled, Sweetheart!” I replied, standing up with a bit of smugness in my smile.Bethany smiled.I went to meet.