A week later he got his then broke up with me.”Her mother asked, “Was that the only time?”Carrie smiled and said, “No. I’ve done it two more... times but not with six guys. And yes my boyfriend at the time got, Last In.”My wife smiled and said, “I only did a gangbang just once, when I was in high school. I was drunk and my girlfriend said that ten guys fucked me before I said ‘No More.’ Apparently my English teacher was the ‘Last In.’ I know that I got a better grade than I deserved that year.”I. After a short while, Raener announced that the rabbits were done and handed the wooden stick to Rosalie. Again, this felt rather strange for her. A rabbit on a stick. Why did he do it like this, she wondered. It would have been so much simpler to just take it into her hands and bite into it. She tasted the roasted meat and had to suppress a grimace. On an intellectual level, she could understand why Raener would prefer his meat roasted with herbs; the taste washed over her tongue like a mighty. He believed that his daughter didn’t carry Dolton’s child. Dolton had handed the child over to the priests to raise.He had wanted to claim the child, but his then wife and Dolton had refused him. He threw his wife out after Dolton sent the child to the cave when she was fifteen. He’d tried to care for her as she grew but they kept denying access. He was convinced that Pip was his granddaughter.She had disappeared at the time he knew his grandchild was sent to the cave. When Pip had given him a. Monet, a paintbrush in his mouth, putting a canvas on an easel. The expression on my face must have been an odd one, because he laughed when he saw me looking at him. "Would you like me to draw you?"I was stunned. Did Mr. Monet really just ask me to be a model for his next painting? That could not be true. I was entirely used to being on the other side of the canvas, not on this one. On the other hand: he was the professional here, the only true artist, the teacher, and I was merely his.