He scanned it, smiling and chuckling. “Your writing is very detailed and vivid,” he said as he handed back my journal. “You have a talent for it...”“I need to write while my thoughts are fresh,” I explained. “I have an almost photographic short-term memory, but I have to write it down right away. Otherwise they slip from me.”“Understood.”“I know you don’t have a name ... that you tell me you don’t need a name. I need you to have a name, even if it’s one only I know. Will you let me call you a. Maybe tonight. Maybe tomorrow. But not long. His body is shutting down now.’ Roberta looked up at Doctor Chandler. She could see the pity in his eyes. Pity? Is that what she wanted sitting here waiting for her husband to die? She opened her mouth to speak. Angry words rose in her throat but all that could come out was, ‘I know.’ And there it was. Even Roberta admitted there was no hope. Soon, after all these years, Ed would be dead and she would be alone. How would she cope? How could she?. I moved my hand under her panties, and began to finger her. "Unnghh, yeah, that feels good. Don't stop." She wiggled under my touch. I inserted another finger inside her and she squirmed more. "YES! That feels so good. Keep fingering my pussy." I moved her panties aside, and began licking her pussy. She had to bit her lip to keep from screaming. "MHHFFMF! UNGH! YEAH!," she cried through muffled lips. I worked my tongue in and around her pussy, licking and nibbling her clit as. So why was she uneasy?Somewhere in the Portuguese city there was an unregistered gifted... possibly even a vigilante. Strange sightings, abnormal lights, a reduction in local crime; it all suggested the same conclusion. And, right in the middle of a busy tourist settlement.Her current target's routine was at least easy to follow. The perfect mark: and that was why she had chosen her. Something about the woman's movements were just too... convenient, yet precise. Considering this notion, the.