There was my wife, as well as the porn store owner (with the big titties), two couples and a couple of other guys all taking pictures and video taping...me with their phones. I watched as the black man stepped back and began to zip up. ‘All right. Show’s over now.’ announced the store clerk. ‘If you want to stay in the theater its ten bucks. Otherwise, go and buy a fuck flick or dildo from out front. It might be fun to watch, but I can’t run a business having free faggot shows.’ As people began. “Tilly. You know what I did to the werewolves when they stepped out of line. Mason was there. I beat them, broke them, tore off limbs, and—” He stopped as the painful memory cut through his guts. Playing the bad cop was surprisingly hard, sometimes.“That ... that wasn’t you, that was the curse. Jack the Ripper.”Sighing, he nodded. “You’re right.”“I am?”“You are, mostly. This curse makes me damn powerful, Tilly, but the Ripper is a whole different beast.”“And—”“And you’re right, I didn’t beat up. She knew he might not be able to last long enough to do anything for HER unless she was near the edge, but then again, she always WAS a good sport, hence the term, "beaver"!Wally came home, and would have gone to bed with whatever grime was on his twelve year old frame, except Eileen ordered, "I just changed the sheets. Take a shower before going to bed."Dad was watching TV, downstairs. He couldn't even make it to the second floor in his crippled state, so Eileen knew she had a clear field.Not. Why are you doing this?She’s not telling me to pull my pants up.Teacher: I would never.I stood up and pointed my left hand to my dick. I didn’t speak any word.Teacher: Why are you pointing at your penis? I won’t do anything!We’ll see about that.Teacher: Why won’t you say anything? You saw under my dress, didn’t you? When I crossed my feet. That was not an invitation! This is not proper conduct.Still not asking me to pull my pants up. I went near her, still, pointing my finger to my dick. Her.