The blast had caught him from the waist up. There were tiny pieces of metal and gravel in his arms, chest, and face. Raw powder burns also covered his...face and he couldn't see. But Mack knew he'd been lucky. He was alive. The cries of wounded soldiers replaced echos from the explosions. In front of him, someone was moaning, "Crotch, crotch, crotch." Mack rinsed out his mouth and then started crawling toward the moans. The casualties soon turned into statistics. Tony was dead. Three more,. 

I walk in the door after work one night and see we have company. It's a friend of Sir's whom I also know. I put my stuff down and greet them both with a “hi” as I normally would. Sir tells me “I wish to discuss something with you. Have a seat.”Pointing to the floor between them I notice he has my collar in his lap. I lost it for my bad behaviors. I immediately become excited.

“Do you wish to earn back your collar and your place as my sub?” “Yes sir” “Are willing to do as I say and accept. "What is it Emily?" He sounded very stressed. I pulled the door shut and locked it. I walked quietly to the bed. I pulled back the covers. I undid my robe and I stood there in only a pair of lacy panties."What the hell are you doing?"I slid into the bed and cuddled close to him. My firm young breasts pressed against him and I slid my thigh between his."Emily No! This is very wrong."He lay stiffly not moving. I slid my thigh up and down. I whispered into his neck. "I want you Daddy. Please touch. At the large, fancy home on State Street she found that most of the downstairs furniture had been sold, even her father's desk, and that the house itself was being put on the block the next Monday.She salvaged a few things from her room, packed up her books, André's silhouette, two ragdolls, the clothes and shoes she wanted to keep, gave her stepmother's attorney the money and the accounting wordlessly, and, after a brief visit with her sister, returned to the Eastern Shore the same afternoon.