Arriving home I parked the car on the back lawn and instructed my slave girl to fetch the camera and to remove her bra, nickers and both vibrators bef...ore returning, meanwhile I prepared a bucket of soapy water and the foam sponge used for washing the car. When Jan returned she was instructed to wash the car whilst I took some pictures, before long she was put into different poses with the soapy sponge, I took one from the front of the car with her bending over the bonnet sporting a very sexy. ??Oh shit, look at the time?we gotta book!!?A little while later, we pulled the maroon minivan into the private laneway, up to the gates, and over to the garage. She was waiting for us. I picked up the goody bag and motioned that I wanted the heavy wool blanket as well.Brit was snoring on the couch. We spread out the blanket on the floor, lifted her onto it, then gently began rolling her into it. We wanted her mother calm and the princess to stay asleep. I opened the bag and began laying. I assumed that it meant pm because it was still light outside. I had slept for about six hours and I didn’t feel any better than when I had crawled into bed. I sat up yawned and stretched my arms above my head and heard a strange noise. I followed the sound to the front door and looked out the peep hole. Nothing there. I opened the door and my husband-in-law trotted into the kitchen, did that circle the wagons thing and when he was satisfied he had found the right spot, plopped down, put his. Or, if he were convicted, for life.September 3, 1987, Chicago, Illinois“Hello, Father,” I said, sitting down across the table from Father Basil.“Hello, Stephen, how are you today?”“OK, I suppose. My friend Stephie went into hospice care on Monday.”He nodded gravely, “So it’s only a short time now.”“She’s coming up on a year, and that was what they gave her at the outside,” I sighed.“You’ve told me that she’s at peace with this. How are you doing?”“I don’t know for sure,” I said. “I cried when.