I wasn't short or anything i was 18 standing at 6'1. i had black hair that was cut short with my hair spiked at the front of it. i had red eyes. i was...skinny i didn't have much muscle. or at least i didn't look like it. i was stronger then most of the men in my school i could bench press at least 375."who are you?" i asked the man/beast"i am Lucifer. the lord and creator of all that is evil." it started to laugh... his laugh shacked the arena and everyone that was there left in a hurry. they. I’m so sorry.”“Wow, you didn’t even let the ink dry. You’re Sorry? Why be sorry? Now you’re a single woman. You can do whatever you want, anytime you want. You owe me nothing. If it weren’t for our son, you could just erase the past eight years, like I didn’t even exist. It seems to me there is more to this than me you’re saying. I know there is more to this than your saying.”“You make it all seem so sinister. I never wanted to hurt you. I still… care for you.”“A little late for that. All I’m. Mom you are so sweet. I love you momMom: I love too my son. Will you ready,Me: Yes mom, but mom if you don’t mind I can do.Mom: fine, son you can remove all my clothI started looking to her eyes, and seeing her body. She was looking so gorgeous and beautiful. I untied her hair, watching her from top to bottom. Then I hold her pallu and take off her saree. She given smile, and said you like my body are getting excited. I said yes mom. Now she was into only blouse and petticoat. I ask her take. I could see the tan lines from her bathing suit. It hasn’t been a bikini, but rather an ample two-piece suit. I had liked it anyway. Three times that summer we had made the long trip to Jones Beach. That required nearly three hours each way by subway, the Long Island Rail Road, and finally a bus for the final leg to the beach. It did have a very large but attractive swimming pool, plus the ocean surf to frolic in. We had gone swimming in both.Lenore’s breasts weren’t that large, but I liked the.