It’s almost exclusively about her family life; prior problems with hubby, reconciliation, and kids. With each one her heart comes out through her w...rds and is laid on the tables for the crowd to pick apart. That takes guts and every reading leaves her shaking and breathless, so much so that I’ve sometimes worried she’d pass out. We usually share a table, and I often have held her hands for several minutes to ground her until she calms down. I had never considered taking it any further. We. I motioned for him to stand closed to my seat and to lean in. I wasn't in this theater 15 minutes and already I was getting my mouth fucked. While I suck, I have a habit to rubbing my belly as so to draw the guys attention to it. I love to believe that they are thinking what a disgusting tub of lard I am. Self degradation is a big turn on for me as I've told you. Another guy coming up the aisle stopped to watch me suck the first guy off. Now the second man had his cock out and leaned towards me. Those people that played the game loved it and studied it avidly using its Byzantine intricacies almost as an analogy of life. It had another subtle factor to it because it was also a game you could play to lose. Losing a game and becoming the Queen of Hearts was sometimes quite as difficult as winning. It was not unknown for two players to be both playing to lose since they desired to be the Queen of Hearts. Margaret’s last game with Katie Carmillion had been just such a game and was regarded. So far, thirty two girls have lived in the house. At the urging of both girls, I took my poem ‘Song of the Purple Turtles’ and expanded it into a romantic novel. Yes, it was extremely autobiographical, and took three years to write. I didn’t ask for permission for what I wrote, but made sure they reviewed it and got their input. Both got upset at different passages but approved of the end product. The editor that had so brilliantly put together my compilation had moved on to a major publisher.