Just as she was about to turn the door handle, she heard the sound of scratching at the door."Could it be a ghost or some kind of vampire?" Mary said ...o herself wishing there was someone she knew with her. She backed away as the door began to creak open. The mannequin form with a scar on the leg walked in the room on its own. "Uncle?"The sound of a tree breaking the window glass got the legs attention and allowed Mary the chance to run pass safely. The musty odor filled her nose as she headed. Carpenter said. "They're going to ask how you're feeling, what you want to do now that you're awake, whether or not you saw Jesus..." What?" I laughed and he grinned."It's possible," he said. "But don't underestimate them. What I want you to do is keep your answers simple. If they ask about anything before you were shot, tell them you don't remember. Okay? You're not going to talk about anything except what's going on right now." Uhhh ... Why?" I asked, making a face as the two nurses basically. I still am not quite sure, but I can't seem to escape the desire to play nasty and explore the pee fetish, Now I'm not into S/M. I'm not into humiliation. I'm not into pain. I do believe that the best sex comes from talking, sharing and be willing to go beyond the usual boundaries. At least when one has the chance. Then one day, sitting at my computer in my room, this blond woman was introduced to me. Her name was Linda. She was there to get a little computer help and access to the. I asked her if I was going home too because, well, it was a fair conclusion to jump to. "You're coming home with me," she smirked. That was enough to get that settled. When we got back home, her roommate was using the basement, the room that she uses for just about everything, including me, so we tried to lay low in the living room until she came back up. Terrible idea. We just couldn't keep our hands off of each other. She teased me about being an exhibitionist and went so far as to bet that I.