"I'll say a prayer for you," she said, using her nicest smile. Lillith watched over me during the morning hours. I was kicking so hard she had to move...the coffee table further from the couch. Natalie returned from church, changed into designer jeans, and took the TV remote away from me. "Little bit of Eric is still in there," I joked through my chattering teeth. Laughing, Natalie switched the station to hip-hop videos.In the afternoon, Lillith left to open up the store for her psychic readings.. But this was his wife messing with me. I don’t think he knew how to handle that.Then Bonny bullied Dad into giving Estelle the same treatment she always demanded we get for swearing. It’s been a few years for me but I felt that hand on my backside a time or two when I was little. Dad never hit me really hard, of course – just hard enough to sting. But it took seeing a report about someone who really had been beaten and a description of all the bruising before I realised that he was going easy. ..”He never completed his sentence as there was a knife lodged in his throat. He slowly slid from his horse. His companions looked stunned.“Nobody threatens my wife, and lives! Now take him back, and tell your friends over there that if they want a fight then fine. Come and get it!”One of the men went for his sword. He too slumped forward with a dagger in his chest. Donald drew his sword.“Anyone else?” He looked at the two remaining men. They just stood there wide eyed. “No? Didn’t think so. If. Oh well. I put my drink on the country with a wet thonk.“He wanted you,” I blurted to the young clerk without really thinking, who smiled without understanding and rang up the soft drink. Why had I done that? To make him uncomfortable? Because I could?Or was I secretly sizing him up for my own pleasure?I pointed to the man, who was now getting into his Kia. I made the universal gesture of a blowjob – fingers of right hand in a circle, as if clutching a big dick; mouth open; head bobbing – and.