Mr. Vast never saw him looking through the hole in the fence. He couldn't understand what Mrs. Vast had done to make Mr. Vast so upset. She was always... so nice to him. They were nice to each other. It all ended in tragedy. They took Mr. Vast away on a stretcher with a sheet over him. Chris' mom never knew what Chris had seen that day. Chris never ever talked about it. He did remember how he would sometimes earn extra money by bathing Kent. He liked Kent. He liked Mr. and Mrs. Vast. Mrs. Vast. She and her mom were cleaning things up when I asked Mary if she would like to watch the fireworks with me. She was getting ready to say she had to finish helping her mom when her dad said. ‘Go on ahead, Mary, we don’t want to disappoint our hero.’ I said, ‘Thank you’ to both Mr. and Mrs. Amore as I grabbed Mary’s hand as we headed to the fireworks. Chapter 2: Mary speaks When I was a teenager growing up, I thought about boys. I guess I was like most girls and their fantasies and dreams. I. They would be mine to sell even if the judge substituted shorter sentences proposed by defense counsel for the longer ones I would propose. The amount I should realize from the two of them would be very substantial. And this would be in addition to their liquidated financial assets and personal property, the rental income I would receive from leasing Jenkins to Masterson Automotive and the money I would receive from liquidating Jenkins financial assets. I was feeling somewhat uncomfortable to. She tried to turn over but something was wrong, trying to open her eyes she realized that she was blindfolded and tied spread eagle on the bed. Oh no, it wasn't a dream. She struggled to get loose when she felt a tickling sensation on her left tit, she tried to move away from it. The tickling moved to her right tit and worked it's way to her underarm.She giggled and said, "Stop it."Mike just continued to torture her with the giant feather, lightly touching her skin. Giggling uncontrollably as.