We didn't answer it. I called my mom at some point and told her where I was and that I'd be staying for supper. At some point, Charlotte called Amy ju...t to make sure everything was alright with her. They talked for a long while and wept together on the phone. Then I talked to Amy for a few minutes as well. It was so wonderful to hear her voice again. Honest to God, it was like the voice of a distant angel. She sounded sad and tired but so happy to hear my voice."Hiya, Ant." Hiya, Aims. How's. That’s also when I started collecting more than scraps of lumber. It started off with a few pallets to break up and burn in my make shift fire ring, then became more. I not sure what I was planning on, but just because a board had a twist or a curve didn’t mean it couldn’t be used. I went from part of the construction crew to also being the clean up guy. Anything close to useable or burnable went home with me instead of the dumpster. I had several pallets laid out and sheets of plastic over. The notation on the back of the photograph reads: Instead of a spank for each year, a snap instead?Photograph #2A second close-up view of her still-bound breasts, this time with the addition of clothespins placed strategically around each areola. The notation on the back reads: Or punishment of a diabolical sort, should you prefer.Photograph #3A half-length shot of her from the back, just after a belt has been applied to her pale skin. A single bright-red welt is clearly visible, along with end. By then my snatch wasbubbling, but I don't think I was ready for what Terri had to saywhen I asked, "What's that?" Her hand stretched out to touch mybare thigh. Her fingers were hot and electric. "Let me show you," she said. Her hand slid quickly up myinner thigh and her open palm boldly cupped the steamy gateway ofmy womanhood. But I didn't repulse her touch.. It felt good tohave her hand on my sex. She was a woman and she was my cousin.I could trust her. And I loved her. .