Gertrude’s morning screech was bad enough, although since Jasmine had come to live in the cave, Gertrude had kept it to a minimum, possibly fearing ...hat Jasmine would wring her neck – and she may have been right. But Morales and Jasmine would find that nature would wake the young rooster early, and he would find himself crowing – or something. Like all roosters, he already loved to make the sound. Morales fervently hoped that the young rooster would improve quickly.After the swing. ’ he groaned. She leaned forward then, pressing her body against his, her hard nipples pressing through the thin layers of fabric between them like little pebbles as she breathed into his ear. ‘Joseph… I WISH you to hurt me. I insist upon it.’ She rubbed against him as she half whispered to him. ‘I want… I need you to fuck me, I need you to do to me what no other man could, no other man has. I have waited for a man like you… do not make me keep waiting.’ She ground her hips against his trapped. We were constantly arm in arm, kissing and pointing things out to one another. I told our pilot, that I would be painting my memories of this experience. He mentioned that many people left the place with a new attitude about the natural beauties of the world, and the 49th State in the USA.After the week in Alaska, we checked in with Mom, and she was having a blast, using the ‘Magic Canvas’ as she was remembering different moments in her and Dad’s lives.We went on to Hawaii, for a week there as. Just her luck. Well, there was no time for that anyway.She entered into her dorm's bathroom and hopped in the shower-- appreciating she could shower for as long as she wanted, another advantage of living alone in the dorm. Still, even as the warm water washed relaxation into her, her thoughts slipped back to the whiffed toss of her clothes. She'd always been a ditz, but recently she'd been turning into a full-blown screw up. Going to the wrong buildings, thinking it's the wrong day of the week,.