“Those pictures of her that you hadn’t tossed out yet. Yeah, I could see how losing her would suck, though losing you was the dumbest decision she...ever made,” Shelly continued.“It really was a tragedy. For both of you ... but we’ll work it out in our favor. Everyone’s favor. Maybe it was just a necessary step to get everything together. Whatever the case, I’m very aroused at even the thought of it! I definitely want this to happen! We’ve got to get that conditioner into her hair!” Marley. She moved into the front passenger seat and reached down to his trousers, unbuckled his belt, followed by unbuttoning of the waistband and unzipping his flies. He struggled about a little and some more blood came from the puncture marks on his neck.Rachel applied another turn to the wire round his chest."I can do this all day, are you going to behave yourself ?"Bob nodded as best he could and tried to relax. Rachel carefully took off his shoes and socks and put them on the back seat. Then she. In fact I realized that I'd not been as happy since the day she'd married Clark four years earlier.We talked about my mom, about Emma's job, about the many days the three of us had spent at the cottage, on the beach, by the pond, and at the grotto."In every picture from back then I'm naked," I complained as we compared memories. "You and mom are sitting around and two or four year old Matty is running around starkers." That's not true," Emma said laughing."And you and mom are naked in most of. " It's not that. Not only", replied Oscar. "For starters: You are invited too. Your presence is compulsory."Megan smiled. "Of course I help you, darling!"Oscar still stared at the letter."Yes, well…", he started, and searched for words.Megan laughed. "What is it, Oscar? You act as if he asked you to perform a song!"She lay aside the brush and reached for the letter."No, wait…!", said the young man, but it was too late.His wife started to read the letter."Oh, it's called 'The Venetian Evening',.