How happy I was sometimes. Mostly at the beginning. What if I was wrong? And I have to play back all those old scenes to remind myself of why I left. ... hate that I need that. It makes me feel weak, that I can’t trust myself, that I almost need to let him hurt me again, if only through memory, so I can believe in myself and my decisions. I hate him. Well, I want to. I think. I don’t know. Hating takes so much energy, and all I really want, what I really want, is to forget. To become someone. I remember once when they got into a shooting contest. Neither one of them missed the bulls-eye until the target was three-quarters of a mile away." That just says she's highly skilled," said Ann.Glancing over at his father, Leroy said, "I don't know how many people she's killed. I think the only one who might even have an idea is Ling herself. Only a handful of the people who have attacked anyone in the family has survived when Ling was around."Looking over the Lucy and seeing her saucer. ’ He posed, ‘I mean all that sucking.’ ‘That’s a misnomer sugar bun. Babies don’t actually suck. She sort of like latches on, and not just my nipple, she gets my whole aureole, and tugs. Once she does that the milk just flows out, no pain at all.’ Susan had been asked a question she hadn’t expected, and she liked the idea of telling him about it. He asked, ‘Do you like it? I mean, how does it make you feel emotionally?’ ‘What is there some kind of big emotional rush, like all this love and. Like most junkies, she just wanted more and more."I guess you like this top more than I thought," Nicole said provocatively as she stepped closer, her son struck dumb by the sight of her tremendous tits lusciously encased in the tiny white undershirt. She had that playful look on her face again. "Maybe I should see how water resistant it is." She stepped beneath the second shower head, still holding her hair up with her hands behind her neck, thrusting the protruding shelf of her tits right.