M. Fixing the position of the chopsticks in his hand, he dug in. Yumi leapt up onto the arm of the couch, reaching out, her delicate paw brushing his ...houlder. Insistently she meowed in his ear. ‘No honey, this isn’t for you,’ he stated as he lovingly scratched the bridge of her nose. ‘I’ll feed you in a moment.’ He finished the last of the container and got to his feet. As he walked to the kitchen, Yumi skillfully looped between his feet, stating frantically that she was hungry. He rinsed the. The funny thing is that I took most of the really hot pictures she’s sent to him. She’s convinced him that she uses a timer and tripod. I think he forgets any doubts in his mind whenever he looks at the photos because they’re really hot. We pulled off the main road onto a red, iron-ore road into the deep woods. We bounced around on the rough road, once I even had to get out and remove a big branch from blocking the road. The road apparently hadn’t been used much since hunting season in the. She says that in order to dissuade any other "filthy, disgusting boys" from showing their "wretched little penises" that a compilation video has been produced of all the video footage of my humilation and we will be watching that here today, and it would also be playing in assemblies across all of the county schools at this moment. She started the video. It, of course, did not start with the girls undressing me after school (from chapter 1) but started the next day, after I was stripped naked. The floral scented perfume that floated around me like aninvisible cloud now sickened me! "Allen??...Allen what, what do you think you're doing!?!?!" she yelledin shock her anger quickly growing."I...it's the book!" I gasped pointing at the computer. "It's that darnbook I"m working on!" I said grasping at straws, anything to deflect herattention, anything to concoct some type of explanation as to why I wasdressed like a 1950's housewife!"Book! Book! What could a book possibly have to do.