Com)Sent: Tue 4/23/13 1:23pmTo: Brenda McKay ([email protected])My dearest Brenda,I can't tell you how relieved and overjoyed I was to receive your ...atest message. I am presuming that you have accepted my apology and will be willing to exchange emails with me going forward. I was starting to descend into a pit of depression because your emails have really been the best part of my day. You are a treasure to me Bren, but you are not like any other women that I have ever come into contact with.. “„Das ist doch prima. Ein schöner nackter Körper und die eigene Erregung sind doch dafür da, mit anderen geteilt zu werden. Zusammen macht es doch viel mehr Spaß, oder?“„Ja genau! Das finde ich auch.“„Und Du bist wie alt?“„Ich bin 25. Und Du?“„Ich bin schon 52. Ist Dir das zu alt?“„Nein, ganz und gar nicht. Ich bin ja noch unerfahren, ein älterer Mann wäre da sehr schön.“„Ah sehr gut, das freut mich. Ich teile meine Erfahrung gerne. Willst Du mir dann mal etwas von Dir zeigen? Mach doch mal. Thinking quickly, she started trotting after Ben.She passed Osvaldo in the draw, recognizing that he had his knee in the small of someone's back, and was using handcuffs, but her focus was on Ben.Martin saw the soldier standing at the top of the draw with the radio in his hand. The setting sun painted everything weirdly red. The radio came to life again. "Delta Eight-Six..." Martin stopped listening to it. Slowly, he raised his machine pistol, almost pointing it at the soldier. The moment in. This sequence continued for a long time, something he'dlost track of, washing off chemicals, applying new ones, painting more ofhis face, putting hair in huge rollers, more painting, more chemicals. Anage later, when he was under a dryer, his toes and fingernails werepainted in a sparkling pink coloured varnish.Finally Marge told him it was time for him to get dressed. He looked invain for his t-shirt and jeans, instead she gave him a delicate nylonpanty to cover himself with and, going round.