It raises bad memories for me from my childhood. And I’d rather keep them where they lay; deep in memory, undisturbed, un-visited. ............................................................................................................................................Footnotes: 1. www.slaveregister.com Thanks to Tanos at the Slave Register (yes, it’s real) for allowing us to quote a genuine slave number, we’ll let you guess whose it is.CHAPTER 2 : A RETURN TO EARTH? : AUGUSTCAFE NEROCathy. I felt should oblige her and I hope all of you and her enjoy it. First let me tell you she is a wonderful person. I am lucky to have her as my wife. She has this smile that melts my heart; she is amazing in many ways. She loves to take care of her body, by exercising and eating right. She thinks of everyone before herself and does without so others can have. What a woman… So on to my story as I remember it… It happened before we were married and I must let you know we dated for less than three. I laugh as I shake my hips waving the toothbrush ends around. The movement actually felt amazing, making them turn and press around my insides. This had to be another keepsake moment I wanted to remember, so I got my phone out my handbag and balanced it on the sink with the camera facing towards the bath. I took off my leggings and stood with my legs crossed to hide the toothbrushes. I pressed record on the camera and waved with a cheesy grin on my face."Hi Sarah" I whispered, making sure no. "Oh, that." He said smoothly."What? Eric what do you know about it?" I saw my mom about to do it just the other night." Yeah, but your mom doesn't have a daddy." Naomi already could tell he wasn't going to just out and say what he knew. She had played this game too many times. He probably didn't know anything at all, but he was older, and that made a big difference to a girl."Oh, daddies are all right, if you have one," Eric strung his story out. "but mommies don't need them if they have a.