She was Blonde haired and brown eyes. My eyes opened wider each time i heard a syllable she was that amazing.Each sunday i heard that beautiful voice.... The whole church was invited to the Fathers 48th birthday and ofcourse i would have to attend. We arrived at the local park nice and early to ensure we wouldnt be late. I rocked up in a white tank top and denim mini shorts with my LA hat. It was 1 in the evening and everyone had turn up. I was alone on the swing just sitting there twittering and. Some were openly weeping, others looked like they'd withdrawn into themselves, a few were angry. I spotted several of my one-time enemies, though I wasn't sure they saw me; one of the reasons I had my hood up.The other was that it helped buffer the miasma of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me. I was a relatively weak Empath, meaning I could feel what others were feeling, but only if they were feeling it very strongly. With a field full of mourning people, I needed all the help I could. I got to go. Phillip: Tell me what you are first, Laura.Laura: A slut. Phillip: Whose slut?Laura: Damn it, Phillip. Fuck, fine I am your slut. Phillip: Good girl and don't you ever FUCKING forget it.I couldn't believe what I just read. Yet, my raging hard-on was evidence that I was turned-on by what I had read. I went back and found the message that he implied he would write.My slut,The chance to say no to me has past. You WILL obey my orders from this point forward. You have no choice. You. Dragging Peace onto it and then sitting him up and leaned forward into kind of a ball wasn't hard at all. Rolling and securing him inside the plastic sheet was a little clumsy. Since the sheet was new, I wiped only the wrapper for finger prints. It seemed unlikely that even that had been necessary. I included the drop cloth wrapper inside the package with Peace inside.He was heavy, but I could have carried him even in my old body. Using the new new body with the hydraulics, there was nothing to.