I didn’t really jump or scream I acted cool, smiling, looking backwards at him saying “what the hell do you think you are doing Sib?”He said “... am sorry auntie, but I could not handle it anymore, you are gorgeous and your hot, sexy body is killing me, I just have to have it”I said “What? I am your mother’s best friend, old enough to be your mom, stop it Sib please”It looks like my cool reaction that way seemed as an invitation for him to go on, I did not really mean it to be, but the same time,. Finally he decided to take the blindfold off from my eyes and then I saw the bastard was fucking me at my own home; on my own marital bed.Worst of all, when I turned my head back, I saw who was shagging me so hard: he was Jarred, our gardener; a mid-thirties black guy that had mown our back yard during some years…As I recognized him, he smiled at me and told me he knew someday he would enjoy my lovely little tight cunt. He laughed at my surprise look…I hated him now; but then I just abandoned. " No one there had smelled that much, but the Prime's senses were an order of magnitude more sensitive.Whitworth resumed processing everyone through his machine. Arlene had taken over the job of staging, freeing her mother from the task. Diana had impatiently waited as Jeff cleaned his .45, then grabbing his hand, had dragged him toward the bedroom."What gives, Babe?" Jeff asked, laughing and pulling her to him as they walked down the hall. "Not that I'm not flattered, but..." The general said. She was relatively a lonely woman who kept to herself, so it was hard to imagine that she did anything to bother anyone. But then psychos don’t normally need reason to kill, he reasoned. And how in the world did the ceiling crumble? Did this maniac use a bomb to penetrate the lab’s defenses? But that didn’t explain why the woman died without a scratch, bruise, or burn. Six hours and two coffees later, George shuffled into his small apartment. The place suited him fine despite his mother’s.