I found myself totally immersed in her story. It really was almost as if I were there watching the whole time. I was so aroused by her story I very ne...rly had an orgasm myself. In my mind, it was a work of pure genius.I’m trying to describe her story to the best of my ability. I don’t think I’m really doing it justice. When Mary was telling it I was totally spellbound. Her arm movements, the expressions on her face as she recounted the execution of her plan. It had all the hallmarks of a. Then, it hit her - she could decide how to live life, as Sandy, and thussave the soul of this body. But, if she also wanted to save the soul of thenow unaware Jack... ...she'd have to stay with him, subtly guide him through life. Make surehe didn't do many of those little things that would sully his soul - likehaving sex... ...outside of holy matrimony, that was. Knowing what she'd have to do, Sandy forced her new, full lips into a smile. "I'm just a little tired - to tired to be. But Jane had stopped talking, so Marie was forced to drag the information from Jane word by word, or at least that is what it felt like to her.“Well, where did he say we should meet?” Marie asked her daughter anxiously. “And what does he want to talk about?”Marie did not care that her desperate need to see Brad again was transparent for Jane to see. She needed to be under his control again, and she needed to be used by him. She would do whatever he ordered her to do, no matter how humiliating,. It did add pounds to her figure. Her face, as beautiful as it was to him in real life, was not photogenic. It was a good thing he never relied on looks alone – particularly in photographs. Others would and probably had passed her upon first glance of her posted photo. He knew every woman was more than any photo or photo spread could unveil. He was so thankful he'd taken the time to read her words. She was articulate, funny and deeply passionate. Those were just the qualities he recognized in.