Liv walked over to the burning joint and picked it up. "Remember kids." She held it between her fingers. "Smoking kills; it gives away your position! ...ut it smells so good." She took a drag without even thinking about it. As Liv exhaled, she examined the rolled paper resting between her fingers. "Is it wrong to smoke a dead guy's weed ... especially if I helped make him dead?" I don't know. We'll have to ask Dear Abbie about that one. If I had to take a stab in the dark, I would guess it's bad. When checks started bouncing and I discovered her large drug stash, a quick divorce was the next step. Then, I lost my full-time job due to down sizing and my part-time job was interfering with being a single father. I risked everything, loaded the car with all it could hold, including my 9 year old son and we moved out of state for a new start. Jobs were plentiful — at $5 an hour and no benefits! This was Arkansas and Clinton had just left. No one worked for any real money. After a few months. Meanwhile I fucked her with that small beer bottle and got the whole neck and half of the bottle itself into her. She seemed to like that beer bottle dildo and I sure liked fucking her with it. I put the bottle in a corner of the bar where I could find it later and keep it. Then I buried my face in her crotch and did everything that I had always wanted to do to her. I kissed her pussy lips, I kissed her clit, and I tried to put the tip of my tongue into her little pee hole. She held her knees. The only way you'll get rid of it is if you face it and deal with it. By continuing to avenge my uncle's death." How am I supposed to do that, Peter? The murderer is awaiting trial. Who else am I supposed to put away?" You're missing the point, Betty. You've got these abilities of yours for a reason. You can't just waste them! You're throwing away an incredible gift, and a chance to actually do something that will make a difference in this world. I can't believe you just want to go back to your.