.. it feels good...it penetrates my skin and sends signals deep down my body before I am even aware of it. You are eyes shift to me and look into my e...es...jolted away from your painful memories...they carry in them a mix of pain and hope. You stare at me speechless. -ShhhshhhDon't say anything. No words are needed. I touch your forehead slowly and my fingers trace your face, forcing your eyes to close. Don't look at me with those eyes. They transfer the pain into me...they are screaming out to. I couldn't restore her family and friends, and I didn't think I had the right to take away her memories of what had happened to her. I thought, then, if I had seen things unfold correctly, that this would be a stepping stone for her that would have her end up pretty close to where she started.Lisa Antoine was in Hollywood again. She moved there with her boyfriend, a brilliant computer programmer and designer. With no criminal record. I wrestled with letting Brock remember what happened and. .... maybe he forgot to zip up after using the bathroom earlier. I sat there staring at the tv, but closely listening to him. you know the sound that's made when your stroking your dick and the skin rolls over the top than back down? I swear that's what I heard. I sat there trying to figure out if he was really jerking off or if I was imagining it. the only way to find out would be to look, so I rested back against the couch, then used my peripheral the look. sure enough he was slowly stroking. I didn't really want togo into detail about my fashion show with Carolynn or that I told Ms.Richards to go out with Steven when I was first pretending to be my mom."There is more and it's not good," I said.Out of nowhere I started to tear up. It was all starting to get to meagain. Michael did what any guy would do in that situation with a girl.He put his arm around me and pulled me close into him. I put my head onhis chest and just let the tears keep coming. Why am I being like this?If my mom.