I repeated the words silently as I pulled up, forced to look slightly up at her, noting how perfect her vantage point was.“Ketchup?” she asked, bu...t from the way she smirked, her brows forming questions, I knew that wasn’t all she was asking. I could, of course, just take my meal and drive off, but something told me that, if I did, our little game was over, and I didn’t want it to end. I wanted - needed - to find out how far she was willing to take it, to be honest. Feeling my face heat up under. "Please use heel-to-toe steps and include at least four single turn revolutions randomly during the pass."At the end of two hours, Tiffany was exhausted. Every day she improved. Yesterday was the first time she had felt comfortable holding little Katy. The beam sank back into the floor, becoming a line."Restoring gravity to Wayward Norm, eleven and twenty-two hundredths meters per second squared. Once the gravity is stabilized, please report to the med tube for follow up therapy."Stripping off. Their marriage was decent, despite the adultery he had committed. She lived in a beautiful condo and drove a nice vehicle. She didn't have children, but she had two dogs. She lived a dream life, but she felt unfulfilled. She needed more. She wanted to be the girl in the story she read. She needed to feel controlled. She wanted a Daddy, a Master, a lover. She decided she would join Lush, maybe make some friends. Then one day everything changed. John had requested to be he friend and little did. I had an idea for them but needed to talk to the family about them.Teresa seemed to think my eulogy was good and asked me to deliver it again at the memorial service in Matucket. I needed to edit the eulogy to fit the needs for our family, not for people who didn’t know him like we did.Monday morning was the memorial service, to be followed by a lunch at St. Joe’s. The idea I had for Jack’s ashes was to bury him with Grandpa. Ashes weren’t like a casket. We didn’t need to dig a big hole in the.