The constant glares you give me, ripping me apart, making me stare at the floor, feeling as though I've disappointed you, when I've done nothing. Mak...ng me feel like a worthless piece. Why do I want nothing more than to be yours? My body aching, just wanting to feel your love. My teeth stay smashed into my lip, trying to stay quiet, so as to not make you mad, just wanting to please you, day in and day out, but getting nothing in return. Your hand on my head, my eyes shooting their glance to. I click on it and see that the first file is dated about a month after Jeremy’s eighteenth birthday. I look away from the computer, trying to decide if I really want to watch any of these. ‘Fuck!’ I scream, when I see John standing in the doorway. ‘You scared the shit out of me!’ ‘If I’d known that every time I came home unexpectedly, I’d find you in my house with your shorts off, I’d do it more often,’ he smiles. ‘I spilled mustard on my pants and stopped by to change,’ he says, explaining his. If the animal wasn't killed, they didn't mind wool, felt, eggs or milk. Many villages had large bovines, cousins to the auroch that John had slain, which were allowed to wander at will, and used to pull a plough or cart at times. The large animals seemed mild natured, and John supposed given the treatment they received they had now cause to be otherwise.As they went southwards, they encountered a large group of armed men, camped beside the trail. They were well maintained, having almost uniform. Are you Fred?" "I sure am. You must be Sally." I thought about shaking her hand, but quickly decided that would be uncooland instead I reached out and helped her onto the bar stool. As I took her hand I noticed that she had very long red fingernails. When I released her hand she ran her nails across the back of my hand and a tingly feeling ran through mybody. This was accentuated when her hand slid down to my leg, grazing my nowfully erect love pole through my trousers before it came to rest.