Your bald, pink, white girl cunt has begun to perfume the van. I blurt out, "My god, my god." Suddenly you feel like Miss America. I'm smiling at you....tart to walk again, you now are dragging your jacket behind you. "C'mon. Lets get in the van." You get in front of me so that I can see your ass cheeks smashed together under the laces as you stroll. You're betting your ass looks good and that I can't believe my good fortune. However, I can't even begin to imagine what's going to happen.We reach. Eventually, I ended up sitting on one of the white plastic lawn chairs the new family had placed around the pool, and watched the small kids splash and swim in the clear pool water. That’s when Fay came over and sat next to me.At first, I didn’t say anything, and in fact, I didn’t even know who she was. But one thing I did do, was check her out. She was wearing a sky-blue, two-piece bikini, and she was wearing the hell out of it! She had a beautiful body, tanned, slender, ample breasts, firm. "You were in my dreams when I was away. You sat at my side in court more than once while I slept."Mona couldn't believe what he was saying, the most powerful man in hundreds of miles had dreamt of her while off to war? The thought brought blush to her cheeks and caused her breast to heave. Could it be true?"All of the women you can have, and your sleeping mind turned to me?" Mona said in disbelief, her back rigid."Yes. There is no lie in my heart, Mona. It seems that I want you, in every way.". From his sleeves, amidst the tentacles, two hands were revealed. They looked like they belonged to a long-dead corpse, just a thin layer of rotting flesh clinging to the bones. His fingers were unnaturally long and misshapen, with no nails to speak up. Scourge leaned down, slowly wrapped those ice-cold hands around Collins’ throat, and squeezed. Collins died, staring into the depths of horror.The president had been slain, his body impaled on the flagpole on the roof of the White House for all.