She lat out a terrified little squeak when she saw me. I was wearing a translucent mask that distorted my features like the kind bank robbers wear and... my head was completely shaved. I wore nothing but a black towel with boxer briefs under it to hold down my erection."Please let me go," she whimpered." I wont tell any one." How old are you?" I asked"17" Do you know why you're here?" Oh God, please let me go, I'm begging you." Do you know why you're here?" I asked her again.She broke down in to. It was the most honest conversation I've ever had with Edith. By the end, it felt like this great weight had lifted. Then she asked me to forgive her." Wow, So just like that, you forgave her, and everything is water under the bridge?" Sort of, it's going to take some time to heal fully but I'm willing to work on it. Edith is the love of my life. She always has been and always will be. This whole ordeal was a big wakeup call. It made me realize what I have and what I almost lost. We have some. There was a different kind of nervousness then, a strongly sexual one. As their conversation became more intimate, the feeling grew in both of them until it was straight sexual arousal and both knew it.When he asked if he might sit beside her on the couch, she nodded and gave him a nervous smile. Seeing that she was trembling as he sat, Adam put an arm around her waist, felt the firmness of her flesh. Then his mouth was on hers, and they were kissing in passionate abandon. It was obvious that. The next morning, we were back there at daylight and discovered that the silver runs from a height of ten foot, down beneath the canyon floor – though we’re not sure how deep. It’s half as wide as this table, and has smaller veins, four foot long and as wide as one foot. There’s eight of them and they’re tapered to a point, extending from the rounded top, in all directions like the rays of the sun. It has the appearance of an ancient monument, or maybe even an ancient altar of worship, built of.