” Jack said as he pushed upthe left sleeve of his shirt, revealing a small blueshark on his upper biceps. “He had one just like it.”...“He must’ve been quiet a character indeed.”Connie remarked as she stared at the tattoo, trying tosound dispassionate. “That he was. It’s a pity he passed away lastyear. He was only 57. The doctor said it was toomany years of abusing his body with one thing oranother.” “Well its good to see that you. And easily made her ass move up as if himself adjusting her for proper angle to now feel something she'd never forget if she could remember this night at all. Amie's head was trying to thrash about, as all that came from her were gruntal cries of mmmhhpphh as the huge animal towered over her like some huge prey over it's tiny meal. Out from his sheath emerged a very pointy but very red hot looking tip dripping with wetness as it showed it's evil self to all as if. While Mom handled my birthday, my Great Grandmother handled Thanksgiving and my Grandmother handled Christmas. I was jealous of the beautiful outfits my cousins Jennifer and Katrina wore. They hated getting dressed up in nylons and frilly clothes, and would always kick off their heels or Mary Jane's to move about in their stockings feet. As the photographer in the family I often took lots of shots with them so that when I was alone in the house in my Mom's clothes I could lay back and imagine. Indeed, she was not the same person who walked in crying one month before. I took a quiet, tearful moment in the restroom and then put my business face back on and went back to the endeavors of helping the unit counselors teach addicted individuals how to live without chemicals. Her innocence and vulnerable beauty, however, remained etched in my mind and heart for a long while. Things of which I once took no notice would remind me of her: a smile from a stranger on the street, a scent of.