But I couldn't stop thinking about it. In several ofthe photos I recognized that it looked like they were taken in my dad'shome office in the basement... I tried to make sense of it but couldn'tfigure it out. But I knew I'd have to check into it more. Maybe my dad isas interested in nylons as I am. My cock was drooling as I thought thisover. Something was going on here that I just couldn't figure out. Butwhatever it was, it was sort of turning me on thinking about it.Anyway, back to my story of. When the weather wasn't so promising, we stayed in Jessica's flat and explored the district's various attractions as far afield as Bury St. Edmunds. We even, from time to time, went to church on Sunday mornings. During this time, in May Jenni's birthday came round. Jessica arranged for us to board S.B. Reminder for the weekend with Donna and Charlie Taylor. Her skipper was so impressed with Jenni's ability he gave her an open invitation to ship as 'third hand', traditionally the route to a. Once it was done, she placed all her faith in the written history of this river and raised it to her lips and drank the untreated water. Her thirst demanded it, true. But in the deepest well of her mind, this act was an expression of trust to the river, a communion, a bargain. A hope that by drinking it in, the river would deem her worthy and open its mysteries to her. She drank more. The sweetness of the water surprised her. It was crisp and pure, but the sweetness reminded her of. Half the money Kim had taken from our bank account could possibly be recovered through the asset split as part of the divorce.But right now, she was to be arraigned for her part in my beating. The District Attorney was not very hopeful of her getting any jail time since she never touched me or threatened me, and she did try to get Eddie to stop hitting me several different times that day.The things she had said that day, while being very humiliating to me, did not show any threat to my body..