My joints were cracking a bit as I stretched out in the bed under the blanket. I recalled watching Die Hard last night and drinking a toast to Bruce W...llis. And of course to myself, since my birthday came the next day.The silence and the peace that morning felt unusual. There was no need to hurry anywhere, to huddle breakfast to anyone, and even the neighbor wasn’t hammering as usual on Saturdays. Our kids were with their grandparents, we had done the shopping online, and now we had the whole. She could only imagine what was happening to them. She’d cried for them the first couple of nights, but the tears became scarcer when dehydration set in, but her heart still broke for them. Each time the door opened, she prayed it would be Hannah or their rescue, but with each face of a girl she didn’t know, she prayed a prayer of thanksgiving that her best friend wasn’t there to endure this hell. Guilt and shame mixed with relief and loneliness. But, she’d been told that first day that they. I kissed it, and started licking it hard. Meanwhile, her hand entered into my pants and finally I felt a girl’s touch on my penis! It is such a feeling I pity those who have never experienced it now! And she was so good at it! I made her turn around, so she could do it comfortably, and I could feel her breasts better. I was worried that someone might notice, but what the heck, I am finally getting it so I dont care! I kissed her passionately; thrust my toungue deep in her mouth. I loved the. 火火火火Despite his admonishment, corporeal punishment, the urge remained. The desire to burn. To watch things burn.It grew stronger, even, and I would dream of fires more vividly, and planned and plotted to when I would be able to set fires again.And often I would ideate padlocking father in his office, gasoline to the double wooden doors and lighting his office on fire, thinking of him behind his colossal desk, his coughing and cavorting and his ivory dentures falling from his mouth.His silk.