That kind smile, that never seemed to reach his eyes. The cold efficiency of his stance. But laying there, strapped to a hospital bed, my left eye swo...len shut. My nose and cheek broken. Unable to breathe properly due to broken ribs. He looked to me like the savior of man, as he leaned over my bed and said “Hello Mason. I’ve heard good things about you.”‘In this hole. That is me. Left with a heart exhausted. What’s my release? What sets me free? Do you pull me up just to push me down again?. .I’m doing...what a good girl...does.” I felt the words come right out, naturally. I was shaking with...shaky feelings. I felt amazing. Why wouldn’t I keep doing everything Lucy needed me to? “Good Babe. Do you know what it means for a girl to squirt?”“N...no...what’s that?”“Squirting is something girls do when they’re happy. You’ve been doing it an awful lot, which means you must be a happy girl. Feel your pussy, Babe!”Lucy guided my hand down to my crotch, resting it on the slick surface.. Then just 2 weeks ago there was an airline strike. Here I am 39,000 feet above the earth winging my way to you my love. My night has been long and lonely, Sleep has not come easy to me. I close my eyes and all I see is you, standing there before me, your eyes the color of dark chocolate and hair the color of midnight. Oh how I long to run my fingers through your hair, my love. To feel your fingers caress my cheek. This waiting I cannot abide. Still another 6 hours to go. Be patient my sweet. My. He walked over to his mother's television and turned it on. He slid the tape in and pressed play.Jim sat on the bed while his mother stood with her head bowed in the doorway to the secret part of the wardrobe. Jim watched as the camera focused on the familiar sight of the landing carpet. Jim watched as the camera focused in on the floor and then slowly moved up. First Jim saw a pair of very high stiletto patent heels, the feet in them were wrapped in dark black tights. As the camera moved.