Opening the e-mail, he was shown nine messages. Some of the fucking ads by the credit card companies and other bull shit. Right in the middle of those...9 messages, one was sent to him by a buddy, who knew all the secrets about Evans. The message simply hoped that Evans would find that message of some value and at the bottom was a link or the address. It talked about the club for the men with really extra-large sex muscle and more than heavy balls.Evans was nobodies’ fool. He knew that this kind. He and Father are friends. Mr. Baxter is an artist and, as such, uses what he calls artistic license when he draws. His portrait flatters me. I am an ordinary girl. I work for my father, the doctor in our town, as his nurse. Father knows Mr. Baxter to be a proper gentleman, so when Uncle Ted wanted me to model, Father agreed.I'm telling you this to try to say I'm a proper young lady. I don't normally write to boys I don't know, but Uncle Ted spoke highly of you. You must be very brave. . " His index finger ran over my lips.I was? I was! How could I possibly smile at that moment?"also, is not all hurt and pain. Next is your reward. Plus, for being so strong, you get to choose wether or not I put the blindfold back." Softly caressing my hair, he waited for my response. The blindfold wasn't bothering me all that much. Actually, being honest with myself, it made everything more exciting. And I had to accept the fact that I really was getting into this. Maybe not into the pure pain. I tore the list into three pieces and sent each pair of girls on a mission. When it was done we had three full carts. The downside of all the help is there were some things that were not on the list.To my surprise they each handed me fifty dollars towards the groceries. "We can help now that we don't have to pay the dorm fees," they said. After the groceries were packed in the Suburban we stopped at Barkers Liquors to get several bottles of red wine, wine coolers and beer to restock the beer.