I had Frank's remains cremated. My religion allows cremation as long as the ashes are interred in the ground. I didn't know Frank's religious beliefs,...so I did things my own way. I took the white box I got from the funeral parlor (it was surprisingly heavy), and over the space of three weeks, I poured a little of Frank into the toilets in the house and flushed. He would be forever buried in the Los Angeles sewer system.My lawyer also help me set up a donation of Frank's house to a home for. I’d bet the candles off my cake on that one. So stop acting all surprised and shocked. It was nothing. You know it was nothing, but you’re trying to make it sound like I did something wrong; just so you can have a go at me.“As for you, Daddy, you saw it all. So you know perfectly well, it was nothing but a bunch of silliness. It was fun, it was silly and it was perfectly harmless. So don’t start making a mountain out of a molehill.”Okay, a little bit in the back of the brain was wondering what. "Good, let's have you try on the costume," OK, But why now. Why can't we leave that until later?" I asked her. "I want you so badly." Never mind just wait for later. First we try the costume, after all you might say you are already dressed for the fitting."I looked down at myself and laughed, saying, "Well you are right but I am also properly dressed for other things as well."We went into the bedroom where she opened the box. She lifted out the costume and I could see it was made of dog hair on. She wanted him off her now, still trying to process what just happened, he started kissing her, his tongue probing her mouth, she let him, she returned the kiss, somehow in her mind the rationalised that he cared then he whispered in her ear," my cock is in you right now, I just came deep inside you, you are mine now, you belong to me, I own you now, so where is my cock" "in me she whispered back" he pushed deep again, he was going soft but wanted to stay, " who owns you you slut" " you do" .