It can conceive things never imagined before and make them real. It can rationalize frailty so that the biggest screwup in the world can convince hims...lf he's something special. And it can take a little data and twist it around and reach a conclusion. Not necessarily a good conclusion, a correct conclusion, but an accepted conclusion, nonetheless.What "facts" did my mind have to work with? First, Jill thought she was on some kind of probation until such time that I decided we knew each other. Not delight in killing, because as horrible as that was, it didn’t really get across how alien, weird, and absolutely fucking vile the curse was. To actually want to see the life go out in someone’s eyes, because it scratched an itch that was basically existential for the curse, that’s what Jack told her now. The Ripper would forever be furious, even if he piled a mountain of corpses, and fucked one in front of his next target, instilling disgust and fear in enemies and prey alike. A strange. I was struggling to find any sort of meaningful things to say to him. I didn't actually know why he was walking with me, let alone talking. So I asked him why he was no longer with his friends.He had told his friends that he wasn't feeling so great and was going to head home. I asked him if he was OK and he told me that he'd made it up so that he could get away from them. I was curious to know why, and having some Dutch courage in me, decided to ask him if it was because he wanted to spend time. ..ahhh..."It was the sound of someone having sex, and it was coming from my bedroom. I froze, I kept listening as I moved to the slightly open door to my bedroom."Uugghh...ohhh...Helen!"I was shocked to hear my name. Who was this? I slowly pushed opened the door.Lying on my bed, eyes closed, was my son Mark. He was on his back naked, his hands wrapped around his hard young cock was my newest pair of lacey black knickers that I had worn just yesterday. I stood and stared in shock, unable to.