That first time was also only time she threw up on the floor immediately after, probably because I made Rebecca clean up the mess. I reassured Cameron... that I loved her, that she was my only family left, and that I couldn't bear to have her leave me too. I told her that I wanted things between us to stay the same as they'd been the last several years, and that if she wouldn't threaten to run away again, she could have all of her old freedoms back.Only then did I finally let Cameron out of her. If the rest of the house had seemed bland to the point of a desert, Dorothy's studio was visually overwhelming. There were paintings – life studies of regular-looking people, many of them nudes but not glossy magazine-type poses.Dorothy's hands on his shoulders led him through the tour, the next area holding simple photographs of bucolic farm scenes – goats eating, pigs rubbing together in mud, sheep being sheared down to their pink skin, cows being milked.Greg had quit talking as Dorothy. “The seas were so high that our ships would lose sight of each other as the swells rose and fell. When we tried to steer to the north or south, we were practically capsized by the towering waves, forcing us to run before the wind--and run we did. Despite having a bare minimum of sail unfurled, the howling winds, which we were afraid would splinter the masts on more than one occasion--pushed us relentlessly southwest for over a week, usually faster than we had ever sailed before. The rain was so. He was right she was being selfish but she couldnt help it she thought sucking Dick was disgusting she didnt like Cum and she only likes missionary. Maybe I should be open minded. Oh well he will calm down sooner or later… her cell phone ringing brought her out of her trance. After the forth ring she picked up. Hello? Hey girl dont tell me your sleep already? It was her old friend Chela. Of course not! What you doing girl and why do you always call me late? Alison checked the clock it read.