He walked towards me and stopped directly in front of me. “Didn’t you hear me? I said leave.” I told him. I was really scared despite the fac... that I was speaking firmly with him. “Tell you what, how about you stop bullshitting that you’re not a complete pussy and just shut the fuck up.” He yelled at me. Hearing him yell at me and the things he was saying just tore me up. I knew I was weak but I couldn’t help it. Fighting back tears, I spoke up again.“No, GET OUT!!!” I yelled at him. I. I felt him starting to work one then two fingers deep in my ass twisting them pulling them out wetting his fingers with spit then back in me again I moaned "here let me get you some lube reaching in my purse pulling my tube out handing it to him he grinned "you naughty little thing pushing me now down flat on my stomach. Again he began to finger my ass working one then three fingers in me causing me to moan and roll my hips to him for several minutes then he pulled them out, I turned watching. E. Paul held Beatrice to his chest. Well, not all of her of course: just the head and shoulders. The rest of her was scattered in fragments across the living room, now so evidently the dismembered remains of an android rather than a human. It wasn’t blood but a strangely viscous black liquid that seeped out of her mouth, from the stumps of her arms and from a torso that was sliced apart just below her bosom, or at least the single breast that remained intact. It was obvious now. Colonel. He turned, and saw there was another doorway which he had missed seeing right away. It led into sort of a lounge room. In the doorway was standing a young…well, person. The person was dressed in black boys’ clothes from head to toe. What little he could see of the face had been darkened by some sort of skin color, and there was a cloth across the lower part of the face. The person wore a black turban. But the eyes…the eyes were the same emerald, with flicks of gold, that he had seen on the.