I was telling the truth but I don't think he believed me. He dropped me off at the filling station and I decided to fill her tank with gas. She never ...id put any in and she would need it when she left.I made it back to the house and put her trailer in one stall of the garage and her car in the other. Her vehicle was a few years old but seemed in good condition.Everything about Molly so far said well bred and intelligent. I began to wonder exactly what had happened in her life. I knew her kids. I watched my screen with horror as I watched her look directly at me, and repeat the same words. I nearly died, but her words puzzled me. I was fucking confused and utterly shocked to the core. Then I noticed her laptop’s screen on her bed. It showed me in all my glory, with my cock in my hand, and me looking at my own laptop. I looked straight at the wardrobe and then I saw the webcam and lead disappearing over the wardrobe and through the corner of my bedroom door.‘The little bugger!’ I. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes! Five hundred twenty five thousand journeys to plan. Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundered minutes – how can you measure the life of a woman or man?In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or the way that she died. Its time now to sing out, tho the story never ends lets celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember the love! Remember the love! Remember the love! Measure in love.. He continually added to it or sold off from it.In the spring of the second year that Art's daughter and husband were living there, 4 years after I'd built my storm shelter, I was sitting out in the lovely evening and heard my neighbors fighting. I could hear breaking glass and banging like pans being thrown. I heard a woman's scream, blood curdling. Then, silence.I watched as the young husband, Ray, ran from the house, looking around seemingly to see if anyone was aware of him, and got in his.