If you can't avoid it, you better stay andfight. It is better to die standing and all this macho bullshit. Butbullshit or not it was a part of me. Dre...am or not dream, just a few weeksago I would try to kick Dr. Robert right in his face.But now I'm different. With all the changes in my body I feel vulnerable.And my body is saying to me that we need to live, we are important.Previously I was living to achieve something, and now I'm living and it isalready achievement on it's own. I'm content. I hoped that she was kinda enjoying doing this, and not only doing it for the money we can make. It took her a minute to decide what to write but once she finished, she folded her paper and handed it to me. I took both our papers and placed it in the middle of us. Then I opened both papers. I had written: Feet, Peeing, Swallow. My sister had written: Feet, Oral, Massage~~~~~~~~~~~"Okay you two, we're off shopping. No fighting, no leaving the house, and keep the door locked okay!?" My Mom said. ”“Now you two have mutually snivelled” snarls Karen, “I think it’s time to remind this little slut of the meaning of submission.”The mistress, who has donned a leather harness and knee-high boots, flashes a violin bow in front of the pensive Amanda. The bow is swished through the air barely missing the captive’s nose. Turning on her heel, Karen scrapes the strings of the bow over the outstretched hands of her sub. She cries out in pain, and the hard side of the bow is suddenly pushed up under. He complimented me on the nice tan I had and offered to rub more lotion on my back before I left and I said "ok". The movie started but neither of us were that interested in it so we decided to listen to the radio and talk. At this time, the lights were still off but he lit a few candles. I couldn't believe that I'm sitting in a candle lit room with my old friend's grandfather but I actually felt very comfortable and didn't want to leave. We got to talking about everything and he asked me about.