It was heaven, and fulfilled all those dreams over the years. Miss Lisa• She did lots and lots of photos for me, raised skirt, stocking-tops and kni...kers• She also did videos for me, calling me a wanker and saying lots of lovely things as She showed or danced• She allowed me Worship Sessions, where I get Her photos and videos, see Her show ‘carelessly’ (She never let me see Her pose again, but Her show was more than enough)• She would read my worship material and look at Her ‘magazines’ I’d. In the back of his mind was the knowledge that as soon as the mine was sold, he most likely would be replaced.I said to Will, "Don't give up hope of buying the mine. Keep thinking of ways to come up with the financing. I'll talk to my grandmother, and maybe she can think of some other way for you to finance it."Will asked me about Bethanne and The Preacher. I told him I had talked to both of them. I had kept Will and Barbara out of the conversation. I was hoping that maybe life would ease off a. We’ll bring all the kids. My only concern is Kara, because she’ll be about eight months at that point.”“My sister is looking forward to seeing you. Thanks for everything you’ve done for her.”“You’re welcome,” I said.“I may come up again in two weeks,” Ed said. “If not, I’ll see you Memorial Day.”We shook hands and he headed out of the house.April 30, 1990, Chicago, Illinois“Hi, Al,” I said, plopping down in my seat at Medici.“How’s your dad?”“Good. I spoke to him over the weekend. He started. It wasn’t a pleasant grin.“Oh, I did, honey. He’s in the truck bed. He’s sure keen to speak with you.”She reached back into the truck, and he jumped in fright as he heard the distinctive sound of a shell being racked into a pump action shotgun. She laughed at his reaction.“It’s okay, Josh. I’ve calmed down. It ain’t you that I want to shoot. Haul Marvin out, willya? No need to be gentle with the piece of shit.”He looked into the bed. He could scarcely recognize the hog-tied naked man lying.