When I sat, I felt my body shaking again in reaction. Guilt has an uncanny way of eating you up from the inside, finding your weakest spots and gnawin... away at them. Guilt comes from your own conscience and it preys on those things that your subconscious identifies as the most emotionally sensitive."Who will miss him?" I wondered. "Was he a husband, father, brother? Who will his death affect? Was there a wife, children relying on him? Have I created a widow? Orphans?"I shook my head, realising. I think I hit the right chord as she responded with another question, Why did I like her being done by other guys? I told her that I consider sex and Love as different and if a woman has sex with the consent of her husband and in husband’s presence, there is nothing wrong in it. She was really encouraged with my reply and further questioned me whether I would really not be offended with her being taken by other guys. I said no darling. I asked her if she wanted this to happen in real. I got. Billy caught up with her then and grabbed her around the waist. She struggled, but not too hard."Got ye now, me hearty. I think I'll make ye walk the plank. But before I do, I'll have to find where the treasure's buried. I've got yer map, now I have to explore.One hand went to her upper chest. "Aha," says he, "I see the twin peaks in the distance. We'll have to find a way through the mountain pass. His fingers began walking down Jenny's chest, up her left tit to the nipple 'No way thought. He teaches the Martial Arts of old Japan, especially the use of the Japanese long sword, or Katana.I was only a few blocks from his house, approaching the downtown area of our little town, when I saw an altercation taking place. It was a block, or so ahead of me. Two guys had stopped a girl. I couldn't really see her well, as they were in the way. Then there was a scream, and one of the guys moved. I saw red hair, long red hair, and I knew it was Ginny. No one else, around here, had red hair.