Earlier, I saw a wooden box being lowered into the ground at Camberley cemetery on a cold morning in late November. I watched her parents and brother ...grieve openly at her passing and I – I watched from a distance clasping dearly onto her precious diary. I opened it and read the last page that she had written.~~~Emily Carter, Diary Entry: November 18th 1940I have never felt so alive in all my life. Poppy is my rock and the water that washes over me every time I take a breath. I simply don’t know. She turned up the water volume a little before inserting, an act which caused the agent to pause with his mouth open in awe. I groaned and stretched as she pushed it in further and further, and further. The son stopped talking, remained silent and wide eyed, wondering, looked more worried. I looked back up at them both and winked after I groaned in apparent but faked pain. The son got an angry look on his face and continued, regardless, but the agent was in shock at the sight of the pressure. " ... You really haven't had your ass licked?" No, I haven't."Denise re-positioned herself so that she was on her knees beside me. She then gripped onto the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. I flinched in shock when I felt her hands on my ass."Denise!" I gasped, quickly rushing my hands down to her wrists to stop her."What? Seriously, Denise. You need to feel this. It's amazing!" Yeah, but..." What?" Isn't that gay?" Listen, all I'm doing is letting you experience something that you haven't tried. The girl just nodded her head.“How about if we get a car for you, and you and Sam go down to Lahaina? I seem to recall seeing some shops down there.”It was arranged immediately. There was a car waiting for them by the time they got back to the hotel.“Thank you so much!” Hank Conroy said fervently.“For what?”“Sam is fourteen years old,” Hank replied, “and we’re stuck out here in the far corner of nowhere. She’s in her freshman year in high school and has friends there, but because of our.