.. But he never asked about his face... He knew he had a mask... And... It's gotta be him!- I thought. I got up and gasp! "it's him! But before we...try to prove it! We have to think of a plan," I said. She held my hand. "I got an idea! Well, did he talk?" she asked. I replied "yes but in a deep voice tone" well maybe that was his rape voice tone, and if I plant a recorder in his room, go to the same place he got you and have him rape me and I'll find a way for him to talk and bring the. It made no sense what was going on, but the priest had two topics: love and forgiveness. Cut short, he said that commitment to others in love was the way to contentment and happiness. Trying to achieve lasting happiness through selfish actions was doomed to failure in the long run. Love was the only answer to the human search for true and lasting satisfaction. Made sense to me. Then he went on to talk of forgiveness. I only knew my present condition, but I’d endured a lot of pain, and I could. She talked me into building a small greenhouse behind the barn. She assured me that it was just to give our plants a head start before transplanting them into our field. She was determined to prove her worth. That and like me, she was easily bored.She even took an active roll in the landscape and lawn maintenance business. She did that even before ABE got the big truck ready. He had put out feelers to get just the right sized bed for the truck. Business must have been good, since he didn’t seem. As explained in my previous stories Matt and I have a very open, honest and extremely loving and sexual relationship, so it wasn't long after my first encounter with Carol that we soon embarked on regular sex sessions. We meet almost every month now for a long, and slow, pleasurable afternoon of fun. Matt is aware of what happens, but does not wish to know the details, and never questions me about what happens, he just accepts what happens has no impact on us, and does not feel jealous or.