She listens to the older ones. She stares at me several times. Then walks in my direction.“How dare you!”She is angry.“How dare I do what?”“...ell my mother you want to………”She can’t quite bring herself to say the word, shape the act.“I told your mother what my plan was. I am not forcing her or any of you to come with me. It’s completely your choice.”She stomps back to the group and they start the discussion again.Now all six of them are in the discussion. Every so often one will turn to look at. At the front door, there was no doorbell, so I knocked.No one opened, so I knocked again, harder. The door gave way a little and I noticed that it was open. Pushing gently against it, I stuck my head in and had a look. It was dark, so I couldn't see anything but the silhouette of an old armchair."Hello?" I whispered.Nothing.I said it again, louder.Still nothing.I went around the house to have a look at the window where the lights were on. There was no one inside.Just when I wanted to go back, I. We continued talking and I say to her, 'damn I'm getting a boner' and she was like, omg thanks for the flashing haha. We were laying down in our back and one of the times I get up and I see her pussy. I see it had some white leak because of being horny all the time. This was enough. I decided to put the hand in the fire and I started touching her pussy. Her pussy was REALLY wet, she says 'oh don't be mean', she was very horny that I wasn't gonna stop touching her. There wasn't no one else in. For Joe, it was one of the worst nights in his life, but for this snottylittle son of a bitch, it was Tuesday. Joe ordered a boilermaker, andnursed it as slowly as he could while collecting his thoughts. Killingthis bastard was not enough. It would let him off too easy. Joe wantedhim to feel what he made Joe feel. This feeling of helplessness, thisfeeling of terrible non-personhood.When the time came, Joe watched him make his excuses and head for thebathroom. It was then that Joe moved in. Joe.