It was great!"Dear," he said to me, "Why don't you let me bury you in the sand?" He loved to bury me in the sand up to my neck and then pretend to wal... away."Sure," I answered.He dug a hole in the sand about two feet deep and about two feet square. I stepped into it and kneeled down and then he filled the hole back up. My head was sticking out of the sand like I was some kind of sand monster about to pounce on unsuspecting passersby, if there were passersby on the beach at this hour."Hey love,". ”“It’s your call, but I’d see if we can switch Matthew to the same pediatrician that Jesse sees.”“I’ll double-check with Jennifer, but I think you’re right.”“Some day the world will get its collective head out of its ass,” I sighed.“Don’t count on it,” Elyse replied, ruefully.October, 31, 1987, Chicago, Illinois“I wish I could go to the recital with you two,” Jessica said, “but I couldn’t get the time off this afternoon. And I’m bummed about the Halloween Party!”“Hopefully next year will be. My other hand hovered over my clit, and I was sorely tempted – but wanted so very much to be his good girl that I moaned, turned my head away, and resisted.He finally returned, stopped to look at my squirming, helpless form, a knowing smile on his lips. I was trapped in his eyes, unable to look anywhere else – until he shook the large carrot, freeing water from it, then used his pocketknife to cut the green leaves off and quickly carve the sharp end rounder and smooth.He held it out to me, fat. Bea sagged in her restraints. She actually had two arms that were freed – her lower left and lower right, but they were both tucked up against her soft, black belly to keep herself from getting them stuck, as she had with her four other arms – two of which were pinned above her head, the other two were stuck to the walls by the spiderwebbing, cruciform style. She looked away, then muttered. “I-I had just hatched this form a-and was getting used to how it moved. Then you! You kissed me! A-And.