She had grilled him about the crossdressing/sissyweb site and the stories and photos he had saved as favorites. And shetold him she would help him to ...live out some of those fantasies and notjust have to look at his laptop screen and pretend it was him in thosephotos.Becky was a sort of pack-rat. He remembered that about her from when theywere together a few years ago. She saved most everything...and had keptalmost all of Jessie's old clothes. Everything......even underwear andsocks. As he. After the chores were finished; they returned and Clint prepared supper for both of them. With the meal finished; King lay down over at the fireplace and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself and his lovely dead lover. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the next morning to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his arms from Heather; Clint crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some wood on. 1900 d. 1960". There were a few dried up flowers scattered around it, plus some weeds stubbornly growing in the Autumn soil.He sighed and said, "It's an endless job, isn't it? Well, we can't stop Time, can we?". Bracing himself on the gravestone, he dropped his cane and lowered himself slowly to his knees. He began to pull weeds and clean up the area in front of the stone. He whistled a song, and tried to remain cheerful even though his hands were shaking."It's fifty years today," he said,. I mean why apologize? Hey Rebecca, no hard feelings about molesting me.. twice. Sorry about missing our coffee date. Srsly wtf? Anyway, I smiled REAL big, told him no worries!, that with all the extra time he gave me to think about our "issue" we'd have a WAY more productive meeting today than we would have had yesterday. He didn't take that well, blushing like a schoolgirl and getting this really pained expression on his face, like he'd suddenly gotten indigestion. So message delivered I.