But she was far from immune to the poignant reality of her own words; admitting her failings and vulnerabilities cut into her just as deeply as they d...d to Paul. She hadn't anticipated just how painful the argument was going to be.At this point all she could do was silently pray that her gambit would pay off. Because it genuinely felt like she was about to have a nervous breakdown unless someone caught her, soon. A hand came to rest gently upon her shoulder as she wept. Suddenly, she didn't. I just want to eat and relax." The thought of Carol laying in the sun made my mind wander. Carol looks damn good in a bikini. We have been with them to the beach a few times, and even at 56 she still wears a two-piece. Her tits look to be about 32C's, and they sag some, but look very nice in a bikini top. I stepped back outside and finished cooking the steaks. It had cooled off some so we decided to eat out on the deck.Marla and Carol were bringing food out from the kitchen and placing it on. She tried to move her head to escape but the thorns held her tight. When the word glistened, I forced open her mouth and shoved the rest of white goop down into her mouth. Then I slowly recited the three short sentences of enslavement.The wards about her dissipated into smoke; her charms fell lifeless from her clothes and limbs. The girl's eyes rolled up into her head and her body sagged informing me that the enchantment was complete. I released the brambles and let them retreat back into the. " I do. And now for the best news of all, Lisa! Mr. B has made an offerfor you." An offer? What does that mean? Does he want to... marry me?"Ms. N laughed. "Marry you? Heavens, no! What an idea. He wants to buyyou, sweet cakes." B-buy me? How can he buy me? I?m not for sale!" Oh, honey, in this life we?re all for sale, one way or another, to theright person at the right time for the right amount. Mr. B is a verydear friend, pumpkin, and since his wife passed away, he?s been lookingfor -- well,.