“Come on bitch!” she called. Afraid that any more talking might draw attention to the garden I followed reluctantly. She placed the camera on the ...ooden garden table, checked I was in the frame and went to the hose. I shuddered as I thought about the temperature the rainwater was sure to be. “Get on all fours, back arched, ass up.” Carrie instructed and I hesitantly did so… if a neighbour was looking out now I could only imagine the sight they’d see! Before I could fully worry about that, a. I finally left; attempting to strut back through the store and into the cool night air, walking on legs of rubber and still shaking like hell! Once outside I went to that previous spot, dug in my purse for a cig and my lighter, lit up took a long drag and exhaled…my eyes were still tearing and I was still shaking like hell but now my nose was running. FUCK! What a night!I dug out a tissue to dab the tears, blew my nose then took another long drag on the smoke. There weren’t a lot of cars in the. And it is better you die than you get caught and reveal your purpose. ‘I know I will not say a word’, and she said this as she ran, the words coming out in gasping breaths as she fought for more air to fuel herself, to keep her going. She began to feel cramp in her calves, then it passed, returned and tears rolled from her eyes as the first realization that she wouldn’t make it came upon her. She felt herself slowing, but still she ran. You will talk. Everyone breaks and everyone talks. Do not. This began a thread of texts that ranged from boring life conversations to porn GIFS.We always sent a few daily texts and he'd include pictures of women he was fucking or of his cock, telling me he couldn’t wait to be inside me again. I sent him pictures of me and of porn I loved. He knew how bad I can be and, finally, I showed him my journal. Vinny swore he'd keep it a secret as long as I promised to meet him when I could without my husband’s knowledge. He read all the entries and knew what I.