He must die. Hershel Schumacher, in the name of Almighty God and His True Prophet, the Lawgiver Mark T. Schumacher, I hereby sentence you to death. Ju...t be glad that you’re not going to be sent to Hell, as it doesn’t exist anymore,” Marcy coldly declared as Hershel fell to his knees.“Please, spare me! Don’t slay me! For the sake of our love, Marcy ... save me!” Hershel groveled to her.“Our love is dead, Hershel. You killed it, years ago ... and now I shall kill you,” Marcy said as she drew her. We'll join you but we might be a while." What? I don't think she wants you there Roger." Is she hurting? Cramps or anything? I don't know, I'm ignorant." No, just her feelings." Well those I might be able to fix." Rosy love, I'm coming in, okay?"I gave her time to consider, and cover herself if she was exposed and felt it necessary, but ignored the half-spoken protest.I opened the door and closed it after me."Roger please leave me alone. I'm sorry." Rosalee was sitting on the lid of the toilet. She gently stroked my shoulder with one hand and my thigh with the other. Finally we broke the kiss. She leaned back and examined me with her sparkling eyes. “Well, Jay, you’re a hell of a kisser. What else can you do?” Her hand slid to my groin, where my erection pressed hard against my khakis. “Anything legal,” I croaked weakly. She winked at me.“Is that all? Mmm, too bad again, Jay. I had something else in mind.”I swallowed hard. Did this mean that she was a hooker? Damn, and I had really. You hear that a woman’s work is never done, particularly if there are infants around. But not at our compound! It seemed to work the way it did for Jean Dawson: One of the younger girls would fetch the baby, change it, bathe it, and then bring it to its mother — or any convenient milk-laden tit if the mother was otherwise occupied — wait while it was fed and then burp it and return it to its bassinet. The mother’s rôle? Very tough. She — or her stand-in — had to bare a nipple all by herself,.