I am a tourist and you are showing me your city. We browse the shop windows in the Soho district, eventually wandering down a tree lined street. I nev...er dreamed that New York City was so beautiful. Even the bustle of New Yorkers pressing past does not impede on my pleasure. Nothing could improve upon this moment as I commit the picture of it in my mind. I turn to look over my shoulder at you as we walk along the New York street, we are hand in hand and the sun is warm, yet there is a cool. "Really? What's that?" Marie said, actually offended."I'm not telling you, until you do one thing for me," Joanna replied, uncoiling from her seated position and spreading her tanned, toned legs out. "I want you to fuck me with your fist. I want you to make me beg you for mercy. I want you to make me your bitch." Mom? Are you sure?" Marie asked even as she began crawling towards her mother. "I've never done that to you before. Or anyone." I've had five kids. I've had twins," she said in a husky. . I think you're possibly the bravest person I've every known..."She opened her mouth to speak, but he held up his hand and went on, "I don't think I've ever known you to back away from a difficulty, a challenge, a threat. No matter the potential for you to be hurt – physically or emotionally – you've stood straight and met the problem head on ... until now." What are you talking about?" Jack Cooper."There was a very long pause then, before Dulcie let out a breath... "Oh." Followed by, in a. . No, softer than that... Whimpering... And shaking... It looked kind of scary..." It was a very vivid dream. I've always been a very vivid dreamer, even as a young girl. Sights, sounds, smells, touch, emotions... Oh, the emotions! Almost as real as awake... This dream was a memory of something particularly horrible..." I've read your biography on the web. I know you're an orphan from the Bosnian war. There was no description though of the details. Nor should there be... Amy's plane got delayed.