She'd moved on to another job a few months before she'd found out her marriage was over and that she'd "accidentally" gotten pregnant again. It was a ...hone call I will never forget."Hi, Tom," the familiar voice on the other end of the line greeted me."Hi! Is this Pam? Girl, I haven't heard from you since you changed jobs?? How in the world are you doing??" I expected her to tell me how very pleased she was with her new work, how her first child and husband were doing great, and that sort of. E. by choosing to pose in outfits from photo-sets that She knew had made me spunk my pants a lot. Looking back at my videos of those Sessions I can see that She was saying things that She knew would wind me up, making pants-spunking quicker and lovelier for a perv – like asking if I’d brought a change of pants, saying She knew She made me cum in my pants, even saying “he’s leaking, Graham you’re leaking”, and even, even saying “spunk spunk spunk, Graham spunking in his pants!” (Maybe She knew. .." my dad started. "I smell I smell alcohol." It seemed my dad and mother had been having quite a few drinks at the bar. From the secondary odor I would also say there were a few people smoking nearby as well. "See, they didn't kill each other." my mom followed up.With that my mother grabbed her night gown and went in to the bathroom. My dad just walked over to the bed, took off his shirt and shoes and flopped down. My sister and I just looked at each other with smiles on our faced. Then. The first was an antique leather-bound journal with a worn strap holding its covers shut, the second was a heavy envelope with my name, Melissa Gordon, written on it in neat (if old-fashioned) cursive hand. The letter inside was typed on expensive heavy-weight paper that had the company watermark in the center of the page. The letter explained that the law firm had been retained by a small, independent museum to find and return the accompanying diary to the nearest living heir of the doner..