I aimed to be bad to be good, but I’ve failed. Because I’m taking care of you. This one last time. Remember my husband’s house at the lake. ...You used to love to read his journals. Even after he died, or maybe especially then. He was a lot like you. Except I let him go. I’m letting you live. Find his words and find your next step.Quickly, Mouse.Delete this.” My eyes burned with tears. I felt the hair on my arms rise, warmth fill my soul, and everything softened. Everything I’d felt my. Her milky white thighs and shapely legs were glowing and could make any man die on her feet lusting.When she entered the car I was spellbound by her seductive body and couldnt believe what I was seeing.She giggled and asked me whats the matter and I said you are looking damn sexy to which she just blushed. Her top had a deep cut and her cleavage was clearly visible.She had 36 size breasts and I was getting a hard on in my pants just by their sight.We went to Taj Man Singh and I ordered for a. I stayed low, moved me feet closer and closer to them. A couple of them stopped and looked at me, before scurrying further away. It was a big risk for me to continue my approach, but I took that risk, and was justly rewarded. I smiled to myself, held my body still, and waited a few moments before pressing the small black button under my finger. A series of clicks sounded from my camera, and I managed to get some amazing shots for my portfolio. Having gotten what I came for, I stood up quickly. “Oh, shit—I completely forgot, Christine, let me take a shower and change—give me twenty minutes,” Marie said, as she got out of the bed and ran to the shower.“Would you like company while she’s in the shower, Richard?” Christine asked sitting down on the bed alongside me, putting her soft hand on my face.“I appreciate the offer, but nothing below the waist is working right now, Chrissy. You look nice, where are you gals headed to for lunch?”“IHOP, you could join us—if you’d like?” she said.