There was a sparkle in her eyes, a look on her face, that was new!She sat down on the bed and poured a third glass of wine. She was shaking with emoti...on. In reality she was totally overwhelmed by all the things that were happening to her, and under the influence of that third glass of wine she was starting to unravel. She sat on the edge of her bed and poured out her concerns to the listening device beside her bed. After some rambling, she got to the center of her concerns."Gordon, I am feeling. Sloane took me out for Tuesday lunch. “To celebrate, Birdie.”It had been, my modest estimate, a roaring success, my Gibraltar demonstration. In that I didn’t faint, didn’t wet my trousers, didn’t forget how to read.Louise Lane’s original version had been 47 minutes, a little longer. When Meg Gibraltar asked for me, Ms. Sloane and the Sisters cut the BB portion down to three minutes and change.Ms. Sloane moved the podium off to the right side of the auditorium stage and I could see the large. ? ?They stripped an entire family naked, then forced them to slowlywalk humiliated through town to their execution the entire village looked on.? Raising her head to make eye contact for the first timesince she began to speak, Anna said ?Marla, this journal was written by amonster, a real, living monster.? Eachtime I turned another page I prayed that it was not true, that the next page wouldsay this was all made up, just some sick, pervert?s pathetic attempt at fictionor fantasy.? But I?m. He then got up and took my hand most gently, and guided me to his room. We got in, he got behind me and grabbed me by the waist. He again kissed my neck as I run my fingers through his hair.Then he pulled down both my dress straps and freed my boobs. “Damn!” He said as he cupped my boobs in both his hands. “Like what you see?” I asked him, to which he replied by turning me around and sucking on my boobs. He circled my nipples with his tongue and then bit on them slowly.Then he slowly went lower.