After a quiet breakfast together Sarah cleaned up the table and joined Stephen as he made his way upstairs, holding his hand all along until they sole...nly crossed the threshold into his parent’s room. A sweet dampness hung in the air mixing in with the smell of his mother’s perfume. They quietly got down to business, carefully putting things in boxes as they moved methodically through the room. They had been at it for a couple of hours and Stephen was almost done clearing out his father’s. . I was being raped by a drunk bastard.. “Get off of me Derik… you’re hurting me”. With that he shoved his arm as hard as he could and I felt like my insides were being ripped apart. I screamed… that just seemed to fuel him further.. the oil made everything slippery and I knew it was being mixed with my own blood.. I kicked at his chest.. his arms.. tried to kick him in the groin.. nothing worked I was locked in place with his hand deep inside me.. I managed to get my foot into the crook of. They are then moved to a staging area for about three hours while other groups are rotated on to the milking stations. After three hours their bodies have produced more milk and they return here for a shorter thirty minute session. Then it's off to the barns for the night. So there you have it! Impressive, am I right?" When I didn't respond immediately he said, "Speechless, I know. Then let's move on. The tour is almost over, just one more exhibit." Tripp (or Amanda) rolled me down the isle. We both laughed at then Paula asked me, "Did you ever dive at Aruba or Curacao?" No I haven't but I did dive several times at Bonaire. It was fantastic diving," I replied."Really that's great. Our next two stops are at Aruba and Curacao but I have never dived at Bonaire and I would love to," Paula told me."Why don't we dive at Bonaire and then we could catch the ship at Curacao," I suggested."You mean stay overnight in Bonaire?" she asked."Sure we could catch a hop from Aruba to Bonaire and.