She looked up from her writing and frowned at them, causing her leather brown face to turn into a tracery of wrinkles. Her dark eyes bore into them as...they approached her desk."We are here to see the magistrate. I am-" Matriarch Myka of the House of Junia, I know," she replied. "Our people informed us of your intent to report a crime. Go right in, your Gnathar may wait out here."Jonar stepped in front of Myka and opened the door for her and promptly followed her, closing the door on the. I put my wet panties in my pocket book. My husband stopped the car. My son opened the car door. I got off his lap and stepped out of the car. I felt my son's sperm run down my legs. I hoped my husband wouldn't notice. I looked over at him. He was busy unloading the car. My son came out of the car with the TV that was in the front seat."See Mom, I told you this TV wouldn't be any trouble at all"' he said with a big grin on his face. "I'm sure glad we brought it." Me too," I told him looking at. Nothing else going on, he thought. Might as well get fucked up.He turned on the TV, which began to blare the middle of some Saturday Night Live rerun. Sam sat down and started to watch.One shot became three, which became several more. Sam rubbed his eyes, and replace the spent cartridge in his vape with another.Two episodes later, Sam finally turned the TV off. He staggered towards his room, but before going to bed, he figured he might check his messages first.There were a couple ads, a few. They really did a number on her. She was asclose as you could come to an American Lolita. I think she deliberatelywent overboard in a back-assward way to give Mother and gran grief of adifferent sort. I just ignored her. She'd been afraid of me ever sincethat day she woke up a baby. Another year and I'd be away at Stanfordand planned on taking courses year round. I'd found my niche,microbiology.And meYou know what it's like to live in fear? Gran had a baby dress hangingon my door where I.