. rest, sleep... TryTo Be or Not To Be. I chose not to be... must sleep... Sergeant Howard of the Metropolitan Police sat at his desk with a diary inf...ont of him, a pink diary with a heart on the front that had obviouslybelonged to Amber Foyle, the young woman who had been pulled from theThames. It had been found on the ground at what must have been the spotwhere she had jumped. Such a pity really, that such a good-looking girl(good looking before spending three days decaying in the Thames. He pushed forward and buried himself in me with one push and started fucking me like a horny dog. Long strokes and extremely fast. He came almost immediately and as he got up, I whispered, "next." From then on it was a steady line of them one after the other, fucking me. At one point I asked one of the guys who had gone if I could suck his cock, and he straddled my head and I took him down my throat. The rest of the guys, even the one fucking me just stared as his cock totally disappeared down. “Yeah. Wade called.” I answered. “He told me he loved me and asked me to marry him.” “HOLY COW, Michelle! You can’t marry him!” My grandfather shouted. “I absolutely forbid it!” “Forbid it!” I exclaimed. “What the hell do you mean, forbid it?” “You cannot marry Wade Garrett without getting him to sign a prenuptial agreement first.” J.D. declared. “It’ll ruin everything if you don’t.” “We’re just getting engaged for now.” I stated. “We’re not going to get married till we work things out.” “Ok.. I don’t want to break up your marriage with Jack, especially if you’re happy with him. I just wanted to wish you well in your life with him and to say thank you for portraying me so generously in the painting that you did. You made me look larger than life. I’m sorry I had to run away like I did that night, but when Jack told me that night when he came to pick you up that the two of you were finally getting married, I almost didn’t believe him. That was, I didn’t believe him until you told me.