I do love Mark and Mary and wanted them to have a somewhat stable life, even when I wasn't with them. For seven years now, I have seen them once a mon...h for three days. A few months ago when I visited, Susan informed me she was dying and only had a few months to live. She didn't know it then, but she didn't even have that much time. She died the day after you left three weeks ago."Her funeral was on Friday two weeks ago. In preparation for her death, Susan had persuaded Shannon to come take. It is these silences, lies of omission that are obscene and vulgar for me.I sat on the bench for about an hour reading a photography magazine and seeking the inspiration of the moment to take some pictures. I had this sudden urge today to take pictures but I wanted to live models. I was not trying to steal photographs of strangers in itself, but to capture a moment of life that is all. Looking up I saw no reason to stop a car at the curb in front of me. A man in his forties spoken, elegant and. Please Master. Let me prove that I can begood."Bob told her to crawl into his house. Christy crawled in like a puppydog - following behind her beloved Master."Maybe I should just turn you over to my dogs. They would love to haveanother kennel bitch to fuck. You could be spending the rest of yourdays fucking and sucking my two Shepards as your new masters. Or maybeI should punish your parents for this transgression. I can make thepermanent changes to your father and start him down the path. Urinating in the open this way had always turned her on, like a little girl squatting behind a bush in the front yard, certain that no one could see her... but thoughts of Mark were adding much to the sensation. There was something naturally erotic in pissing, with her skirt up like this, she thought, making no effort to expedite, or shorten her moment of sensual exposure.Hemmings moved among the rocks, frantically trying to remedy this new problem. He had attracted the dogs here using.