The Turner-Sims family welcomed us as honoured guests, Mary as a virtual adopted Aunt to Sarah for half her short life and me for being Mary’s prote...tor and only other friend in England. Mary spoke with deep emotion and some humour about her long relationship with her greatest fan and severest critic, their letters and few meetings full of excitement, humour and fun. Sarah had worked herself completely into Mary’s heart and Mary would never ever forget her.The funeral and the period of. " Why? To what end?" Victor's playing his own game, Gene. I don't have all the answers. When we caught his agent, the one who turned on him, we found out enough that we knew Victor was a shark in our midst. He tried to have me killed in Italy, I barely got out. I lost two good friends..." I'm sorry..." He knew I was on to him, which makes me think he has other agents in M1 working for him. Hard to know who to trust right now." This guy we're meeting ... do you trust him?" Her. And yes. As much. When he finally stopped, she was in a tight, trembling arch, her welted backside straining toward the cane, striped with it's thin red double tracks, each pair sandwiching a bruise.Beautiful. Probably the best performance art of her brilliant career.She stopped in the ladies room upstairs after wriggling back into her latex and politely blowing him and his hard-on off, and not in the way he'd clearly hoped for; his phone number, scrawled on a matchbook cover, had been flushed after she admired. When they part, looking into each other’s eyes, Casey smiles before leaning back in. Their lips meet again with tenderness and Janet finds herself melting into Casey.“With as sexy as you’ve become, I’m going to have to up my game to keep you around,” Janet groans. “That or beat off all the guys and girls with a stick.”She squirms, fiddling with her dress and suddenly she is in Casey’s lap. Casey looks down and Janet is straddling her, her knees bent in a kneeling position, the dress pulled up.