Good man he was. It was then that I realized we never even exchanged names. I introduced my self and He told me his name was Beau. It was short for Ve...non(?) OK. I said and we began asking questions about each other. He wanted to know what I did that had me on the road. I told him I was a project manager for an automotive company. asked what he was doing. he said he was going to try to start a new life away from his father. I then asked how old he was and he said he would be 18 Tomorrow. I. "Ah, true. But no father guards his daughter against others of the fair sex. Why Lady Sussex even now comes to my house for tea several times a week. We converse on the most surprising subjects. One would never think that a lady of such qualities is overcome with the most degrading passion, just as a strumpet in Whitechapel. Of course, I have been guiding her to realize that all of us feel these passions and how best to, shall we say, scratch the itch while keeping the appearance of virtue,. !" I guess its just your time of the month!"Robyn started crying. Gregg grabbed more and more toilet paper, but the more he wiped the blood, the more it continued to pour out of her. It was as if her period was happening all at once, in a few minutes she would either stop bleeding or bleed to death. As Gregg ended the third roll of toilet paper, Robyn's first period subsided. Gregg rinsed her in the tub and cleaned her off. "There, that should be just fine now." Gregg said trying to reassure. " Sherry stood at the large picture window as I put wild cherry wood on the fire. Sherry noted that the view was just as good from inside the cabin as it had been from the truck and the smell of the wild cherry was intoxicating. I lit a few candles and along with the firelight the cabin became very warm and cozy. We huddled on the overstuffed couch in front of the fireplace as it began to heat up the entire cabin. As the heat from the fire rose, so did the heat from Sherry. As I stroked.