We never could help poor Mr. Powell get over his wilddelusion that he was you and that you had somehow stolen his body andthat he was really Susan Tho...mpson. We mainly just kept him sedated. Wewere glad that you at our suggestion stopped visiting as it just made himso upset. Here at the home we couldn't help but notice your devotion tothe poor troubled man and were very much touched by it.Per his will he will be laid to rest beside his wife of many years thisThursday."Her husband's voice. He had girlfriends from time to time, but no one whom he was serious about. My grandson would sometimes ask ‘Uncle Tommy, why aren’t you married?” Karen had seen that statement coming. No one had known much about her ex when they had gotten married. At first he seemed to be the one who accepted her free-spirited nature and unique outlook on the world. He hadn’t been rude to her like Tommy was. He had seemed to be enamored with her quirks. She had thought she found her person, realizing only. " PUNISH ME!" She screamed."You got it, my sexy, slutty slave girl."I dropped the brush and grabbed her hair with both hands and pulled. Her neck arched severly. "Look at you! Just look bitch. You're hornier than a dog bitch in heat. You like this don't you? Thomas not treating you the way you need to be?" She looked at herself in the mirror and I felt her pussy get hotter. "Yeah, just like I thought. The bitch wants to be 'handled'. Okay honey, I'll handle you."I pulled my cock out of her. I missed you today."I couldn't talk so I just smiled, nodded and turned away so my brother wouldn't see the tears in my eyes. I don't know why, but it seemed that my brother always said the right things to me. After a couple of moments, I turned around to thank him, but he was gone.By the time my brother came back, dinner was ready. We sat at the table and ate while Eddie talked about his fishing trip and Kevin's endless talking about Cindy. By the time dinner was finished, I had learned that.