"Chrys looked down at her flowing robes and remained silent."I don't know..."she said in a soft voice.Her mother lead her to her room which was filled...with the usual things ateenage boy might have along with a lot of books and software."Do you remember this, Chrys...?"Chrys, with trembling hands looked over a photo album. She recognizedone boy in particular."That?s me..."she said in her soft, quiet voice."Yes..."said her mother, "I almost lost my poor baby..."Chrys without a word, embraced. Maybe we can do it again after work?" To my horror he was one of the marauders! I hadn't recognised him with his body paint or perhaps, by the time it was his turn, I was past bothering with who was in me.Riku emailed Ted our editor to ask him to send me a couple of tubes of sunblock. came the reply. That annoyed me as he'd already seen plenty of photos of me naked and being whipped and I was convinced that he was instrumental in my being there in the first place. Roger took a pic and enhanced. "Well, that's ... Embarrassing." He smacked his lips, turning away from me so he could fix himself. "Sorry." Oh, it didn't bother me, sir." I looked all innocent for him. "I thought it was kind of cute actually." At least we got it out of the way," he took a deep breath. "I mean, you know, even farting won't be a big deal after that." You fart?" I looked at him in shock and then laughed as he took a second to catch up with me."Do you like Mexican food?" he asked and he was leading us to my. He thanked everyone for coming and looked Brittnay and her folks in the eyes, nodded politely and then he walked back into his clinic, unceremoniously.Brittnay followed him into the door of his office, "Dr. Wilson, what did that mean? What you just said out there?" It's from the 120th Psalm Brittnay. It's just something I remind myself about often. That's all.Brittnay turned seventeen that first week of June, right after her surprise visit with her class and all the Patrolmen to my office.She.