I've learned my lesson though: no more pets in this heat.October 25It feels like a giant fuckin' blow dryer. And it's hot as hell! The home air condit...oner is on the blink and the repair man charged $200 just to drive over and tell me he needs to order parts from fuckin' Perth.October 30thThe temperature's up around 40 and the parts still haven't arrived for the fuckin' aircon. Been sleeping outside by the pool for three nights now. Bloody $600,000 house and we can't even go inside. Why the. Der Brief warf aber weit mehr Fragen auf, als er beantwortete. Wer hat das Tagebuch geschrieben und wann? Wer hat es dem Museum gespendet und in welcher Beziehung standen sie zu mir? Welches Museum möchte nicht ein Originaldokument aus dem 19. Jahrhundert besitzen, und warum könnte ein Tagebuch „weder zur Ausstellung noch zum Studium geeignet sein“?Der beste Ort, um diese Fragen zu beantworte, schien das in Leder gebundene Buch zu sein, das auf meinem Tisch lag, und ich löste mit ziemlicher. "You already know my initial reaction. Idecided that I never wanted Andy to have to sneak like that again. If hewants to wear girls' clothes then he can do it at home. At least I canprotect him there." She paused and sipped a drink of water. "I alsothink that it's important for him to come to terms with what he did." What he did? There's a lot of complexity there. Does it disturb youthat Andy didn't confide in you?" Of course it does!" Rebecca said. "I thought I knew my son. I thoughtthat we. His hands pinned my arms apart above me. Contempt that I had become subservient, he removed them and guided his big hands to my panties. “ No” I said softly, leaving any last hope that he would stop to be nonexistent. He parted my legs forcefully as he grinned at the sight of tightened pink skin. “You pussy is soak and fucking wet but you don’t want me?” Indeed, my heart was telling me it was wrong. But my body was yelling FUCK ME! FUCK ME!! He removed his clothes and drew closer to me..