........1er octobreC'est d?cid?. Je pars cette nuit. J'ai ?crit une lettre d'adieu ?Roger... Je ne peux pas rester, c'est trop dur..............................2 octobreJe n'ai pas pu. J'avais pr?par? un sac avec quelques affaires. Jevoulais tout quitter. Au moment de m'en aller pendant la nuit, Michels'est mis ? pleurer. J'ai attendu quelques minutes... Roger ne bougeaitpas. Je n'ai pas pu laisser Michel. Je l'ai pris dans mes bras. Il aimm?diatement arr?t? de pleurer. Je me suis assis dans un. ”As the chair slowly turned, Mike did a double take and rubbed his eyes to be sure he was seeing properly. In the chair sat a man, perhaps in his late twenties or early thirties, wearing a dark black suit, with jet-black hair and thick, round glasses. The Texan drawl and huge grin on his face seemed familiar, but the hair was completely throwing Mike off.“You… sound like Harry Weston,” Mike said cautiously. “But there’s only one way you could actually be the Harry Weston.”The man chuckled. . She turned in the other direction, toward the rider, and he struck her on the thigh with what appeared to be a buggy whip. She screamed and turned toward the fenced area again. She was obviously being herded there. The girl continued to run, the dog nipping at her if she slowed down. Just before she reached the opening in the fence, she turned aside. The dog had been ready for this and snapped at her and blocked her with his body, but the rider also came toward her. This was what the girl had. You know, Gerald, I love you. Trust me; it won't hurt like that again. And if it does, I’ll stop; I promise. You will love it this time.” He pulled my face close to his and kissed me. And of course I melted with intense passion. He gently led me to his bed and laid me down on my back. He sat down at the foot of the bed and picked up my legs and placed them on his shoulders. He pulled my hips toward the edge of the bed and against his waist. He leaned over me, pinning my legs to my chest. He.