Plus over 200 pages of random notes, idle thoughts, speculations. An additional 300 pages of God Pill research.Le Wand was tucked securely away in the...bedside table. Plan ahead.I wasn’t worried about burying Daddy in paper, he’d survived 30 years in one of the most bureaucratic institutions in Kansas City. Plus, I knew from my mother, that he wasn’t sleeping as well as he used to. Getting better though.I knew Daddy would find my paperwork amusing. It was tidy, neatly double-spaced with right. Just before he examined me, I lost it."She looked at dad, and said "I flamed them all. Then I used the vacuum cleaner to get the little piles of ashes up. That was all there was left of them. I mixed them with used coffee grounds, and threw them in the trash. I almost went crazy. I mean, I had only lit candles and stuff before that, and I go and turn four people into little piles of ash! I think it was because I was so mad. Anyway, I wiped the prints off of car they came in, and parked it in a. In short, she had no practice being Honey Sweet-Lay. That meant thatall sorts of inconsistencies popped up whenever I spoke with her formore than twenty minutes. The more time I spent with her, the clearerit became that, while she looked like a beautiful seventeen toeighteen year old girl, something was just not right. That's when Idecided to question her about these inconsistencies and I'm sure thatshe has told you the rest. I used some mild torture techniques and youprobably used some similar. ” “Make sure nobody else sees it, though,” he warned her, “or you won’t like what I do with you.” Was that a shudder? Did the flush on her cheeks just deepen? Perhaps, I dared to think, she had a submissive side herself, one that I could exploit and even the playing field. Things didn’t look as black and white all of a sudden. “You can dress and go, Jennifer.” This managed to sober my mood again. God, I had yearned to be fucked by him, and my pussy had been wet for his rod. I slid from the desk.