She ran her fingers over the body, even over the knife wounds that had slit open the stomach, and then she unexpectedly exploded into a torrent of tea...s.“It’s real!” she sobbed, as Olivia and the Harlot comforted her. “It’s really happened! I didn’t imagine it possible. Crystal’s dead. She’s dead. Dead! Dead!”Polly Tarantella has somehow managed to obtain a transcript of the police investigation into Crystal’s murder and almost all of it is transcribed in her biography. There are exact details. Usually my dad gives my mom sleeping pills to knock her out, or else no one would get sleep at night. Once she has taken it, a good 3-5 minutes and she’s out. You can’t wake her up unless you hit her for hours without end, which by then she’ll wake up normally. This brings me to a couple of weeks ago, and the main story. My dad’s birthday. It was his 50th, so we had to celebrate big. We invited many, many people. Things were going great until my mom started to drink a little. It wasn’t beer,. Walter admitted, with somepersuasion on my part, that he has already fucked you many times. Hesays that you enjoying sex with him a great deal, but that you feelashamed of yourself for letting your own son fuck you. Is that true?"Patty took a deep breath and, finally, met the counselor's eyes."That's about right," she said."You know, maybe it's not really so awful to let Walter keep fuckingyou," Margaret suggested. "After all, you're both horny, and he's oldenough to --" No!" Patty stopped her. It was cold and she was wet covered in piss, unable to move.Lying there what seemed forever she heard men walking down the alley.Please help me. Help me.They stopped to look. Oh thank you, Thank you. Wait. What are you doing to me.Karin passed out as she was picked up and tossed into a shopping cart.She was in and out of consciousness as the cart banged down the alley.Man you don’t know what kinda trash you gonna find nowadays.Boys gonna like this.Yea goona keep entertained tonite, that for.