The only difference I experienced was that there was less traffic – fewer cars – on the roads during the ‘rush hour’, when it seemed everybody...was trying to get to or from work without the extra burden of parents driving their children to and from school.So it was something of a surprise when the doorbell rang one afternoon and we discovered my sister, Jasmine, on the doorstep, her young teen daughter beside her. They were soon enjoying the July sunshine out in the back garden, where we tended. Technical Specialist Corporal Schmidt knelt down next to the crumpled figure in the hallway. He had admired the AI's sense of timing. He used his concealed palm stunner to make sure this guy did not follow the colonel. Several other people came running up. Corporal Schmidt never smiled, but he knew that the accident that just happened was caught on three different security cameras."Is he okay?" A security guard was checking the man's pulse.Corporal Schmidt looked up at the growing crowd. "He. "What do you mean by 'made him big', Vicki?" Well, like, God made his thing... like... this big." and the young girl showed with her hands how long the monk had been. "And real thick, too. He told me that God wanted him to show me what I need for a husband. So he done it to me with that. I never had it before, Mrs. Crisp but I know I ain't gonna be tempted by Mr. Crisp or nobody now 'til God sends me a husband like him." I think you're dreaming, Vicki. I doubt that your priest would do such a. Desiree deserved worse punishment than she had received for her continued insolence.General Brooks marched over to Brandon. "My Lord, sunset approaches."Brandon rose, his naked body round and short. You would never know he was a God just by looking at him. But physical appearances were always deceiving. The God looked down at his battered wife, his seed leaking out of her raw pussy. Brandon ran a hand through his balding hair as he considered his wife."I can't have you looking all ugly,".