Apparently, he found skydiving to be the ultimate thrill... my subtle suggestion for moderation didn't seem to get thru to him.Ultimately, skydiving d...ominated his ever waking hour... every evening, weekends, and several times in the early morning before he went to work. Not to imply he was jumping out of a plane day and night, but he could fill his hours, when not actually jumping, with folding and re-folding his chutes, meeting with friends who had a similar fervor for the sport... in general,. Many of them were of me from behind, leaning over to talk to someone, or picking something up. As I looked at them, I couldn’t help but admit that I really did have a great ass.Without turning to look at him, I softly said, “Paul, where did you get these?”“I took most of them with my phone,” he answered sheepishly,I continued scrolling and said, “I see you have a lot of pictures of me bending over… do you like that pose?”His voice cracked as he said, “Yes… but it was also easier to take them. Everything was perfect. Molly could feel something welling in her. She felt a tingle from her crotch, spreading in all directions. She knew the feeling, but never let it completely wrap around her. She had never felt what it was like to surrender. Molly’s eyes shot open again, and she let out a nervous giggle. She liked the sensation, but felt weird at the same time. She hopped out of the water, and dried her self off. She sat in the chair, and tried to calm herself down. She grabbed a book,. . waited.I might have slept, I couldn’t be sure; if not, I drifted into a sort of meditation where time was meaningless, and I had no pressing need to do anything except wait. I thought about the events that had gotten us there – the Blight, the Architect, the miscarriage ... the terror demon, which I realised now had had much more effect on me than I’d admitted, even to myself. I thought about how I would apologise, how I’d convince Alistair that it wasn’t – it never had been – about him.After.