..I was reaching for the .45 automatic stuffed inside the waistband under my coat when Jen took my arm and squeezed it almost painfully saying, "Pleas... excuse my husband. His house burned down when he was a boy killing both of his parents and his younger brother and sister. Anytime he sees a fire he just gets a little upset." Oh certainly, I understand. Perhaps you can tell me what happened here?" Creepy asked Jen in a breath that sounded as if it had seeped through the fangs of a snake more. Sarah seemed like she was on a mission. Then, out of nowhere, Sarah said “Sister, may I ask you something?” The other nun said yes. “This may appear to be a very unusual question but I’m going to throw it out there.” “Anything Sister,” the other nun said. “Do you ever, and I mean ever, go through periods where, well where you have woman’s issues?” She paused a second and then added “I don’t know if I asked that the way I meant it though.” “Hmmm, what do you mean Sister?” the other nun asked.. Yes, most of us will experience it to varying degrees as we stumble, squeek or blithely shuffle over, under, around and through life’s little challenges. Somewhere from the deep recesses of my mind during that testing exercise, “Onomatopoeia” popped up.Of course, it slithered into my audio response in its phonetic equivalent because I had been instructed to concentrating on the letter “A”. Needless to say, that answer confused my evaluation guru because she had no idea what I could be talking. Just something that would dig their claws in and fuck her tight little pussy until IT filled her up with that thin and drippy dog spunk. As she laid back and closed her eyes that hurtful cunt in her brain that always seemed to remind her of what she HAD to do when she was in the middle of what she WANTED to do called her name loud and clear. “Uggghhhh” she said as she put Rex away and left the room to fetch her son from his oddly quiet room….”hmmm” she thought as she slowly and slightly.