I likely would have gone along with this without whatever d**gs she gave me, but we'll never know now will we? Saturday we sort of k**ded about the ev...nts but never discussed it. Our day went as normal but I just couldn't walk real well after getting fucked the night before. Around 8PM I told her I was going for a shower and she should set the camera up for us. When I came out she handed me a drink and went to the shower. I DID NOT drink this one, I poured her drink out, and poured mine into. But I had the fear. The same fear I had always had about that. Even with Lynn, now. Especially with Lynn. As I came over to my wife to move to the bed with her, I felt a stiff dropping in my throat. How I had somehow gone from not caring what this tiny ghost of a woman had in her head… to desperately wanting to stay as the focus of her heart. We stopped watching Amanna and went to Lynn’s side of the bed, sitting on it. Lynn just sat there for a moment, looking at me. I looked back at her. I. ‘You are…’ he wrinkled his brows, searching for the right words. ‘I’ve never felt… free enough to just act… without thinking.’ ‘You make me sound so thoughtless,’ I leaned back against the tree. ‘That’s not what I meant…’ ‘I think I understand.’ ‘No, I’m not explaining it clearly…’ ‘You’re doing it, now…’ ‘What?’ ‘You’re thinking too much.’ ‘ “I think, therefore, I am”,’ he chuckled. ‘You think too much, Olu. You should try to be spontaneous sometimes, you know… just do what you feel…’ He gave. Weeks later, he brings home a daughter his parents adopted without a mother listed on the original birth certificate but him as the father. Of the hundreds of children he now has, this girl is the only one he calls his daughter.”“She was the only one I called my daughter. I adopted an eleven-year-old girl for whom I was the only one who could,” I told them. “Please, do whatever you need in your mind to come to terms with Yolanda being home. It is her, and she will never get taken from your.