Your eyes are playing tricks, that's all." What about its eyes, Ned? Hm? What about those flaming eyes?" asked Winceham with a worried expression."Lik... he said, it's some condition or other. I've heard of stranger things; of wild beasts that will turn you into stone, and lurking horrors that can drain your soul with a single touch of theirs. A rabbit with flaming eyes doesn't sound all that dangerous." Those were the drunken tales of rabid sailors, Ned! While this ... This abomination is right. Immaculately groomed, impeccably dressed, and wafting perfume with a stern face. She must have been about 50, a woman of my fantasies. Mature, voluptuous, with huge breasts, not concealed but emphasised, by her harshly cut power-suit. Under a cascade of shiny black hair, her expression was one of total disdain and withering superiority. Clearly in command of this department store. It took me only seconds to appreciate that she was exactly the kind of dominant female that I had always lusted. Incest with one's sister is bad enough but unthinkable with one's mother. So at least my exposure was limited and my mother was the only possible witness. So, that was my defense as I had worked it out last night and today. I didn't do it. Where are the other witnesses? My mother wants me in jail so she and my sister can steal the house from me. That makes her an unreliable witness. Maybe not too good but workable.No. I just sat there calmly with my tea knowing their stares wouldn't be able to. As we walked through the hallways of the mansion, maids would pause from their cleaning to curtsy, and I let my eyes admire their fine bosoms on display in their transparent blouses, and maybe reach under a ruffled skirt to give a bare ass a squeeze. Outside, our limo awaited in the middle of a convoy made up of black SUV's carrying several squads of bodyguards. More bodyguards would already be down at the church making sure everything was secure."There's my Granddaughter," Sean, Mary's father,.