"Omorashi" as a concept could be called a niche of a niche- in that it is related to, but does not include every aspect, of watersports in general. Ev...n readers who are amenable to the following content should at least be aware of that focus, as some stories can and will end before "reaching" certain points or events, or may not go into the same deep and explicit detail when it does occur, depending on circumstances.For those who have been here before, the following links will get you started.. Her mother would most assuredly tell her father, and he’d waste no time storming to the diner in a rage. Her parents liked Frankie though, and they trusted him with their daughter’s well being. At least they thought they could trust him.Rosalie spent the next hour and twenty minutes in the front of the diner cleaning up, restocking napkins, and filling condiment bottles and such. She figured as long as she was there, she could get a jump on her daily morning duties and get a jump on Monday’s. Wondering… why? Like a virus. The question penetrated chaos, left her shaken and scared. It was as though a virus had infected her and in the periodic deliriums of her fevered madness a great noise consumed her and she tried to make sense of what she heard but nothing ever could. Nothing ever could. She saw fragments of the life she had known in the stillness, the shattered mirror on cold stone, and within these brief moments there was some comfort, but increasingly she saw fragments of. Elly said it was Blaine waking up. After getting the kids up, I agreed to play with them while Elly quickly drove out to see whether Jose needed anything. When she came back about half an hour later, I was playing whiffle ball with the boys in the backyard. I was teaching them to swing the bat at the ball, letting them take turns at batting and playing catcher. The boys were thrilled when they hit one of my close underhand pitches. The boys and I were still in our swimsuits. Elly had covered.