Help me carry this stuff up to my apartment.’ ‘Is this stuff for the ritual?’ I asked as I grabbed a few bags out of her hatchback. ‘Of course...not. What are you thinking? These are groceries I just picked up.’ ‘You stopped for groceries after telling me to wait…Aaaargh!!’ ‘Oh, hush. Come on. The ice cream’ll melt.’ ‘Yes, Mistress!’ ‘Stop that!’ Between the two of us, we carried about a dozen plastic bags of groceries down into her basement apartment. She told me to sit and relax while she put. . mmmmmmmm!" Lily moaned, the vibrations generating from her throat into Max's loins like a telegraphed message.Christ! How he wished he could actually see it all... view it from every angle, the way it used to be in his plush Boston apartment when he was big-time... with mirrors all over the fucking bedroom and broads crying to get at his prick... the good old days before that lousy bastard had melted his eyeballs with acid... Sonofabitch! It wasn't any good to remember. Nothing was ever going. Be back and take care of that big, stiff thing soon as I can." Julie strapped on her old Navy Colt, made sure it was loaded, spun the cylinder, and smiled at her resting father, who had suffered a broken leg when his horse kicked him.She hurried down the steps, eager to fuck her Dad, her absolute favorite lover although she surely did enjoy her eager brothers and both of her uncles. She got it at least once a day from one or more of her family lovers.On the front porch she saw the two men. After all Stella had never been left with anyone other than family. Having followed basic attachment parenting techniques, she was certain that her child would suffer terrible separation anxiety being away from her primary care giver for such a long period of time. Of course when she finally gave into his demands, spending the morning looking at all of the nurseries in the area, her beloved daughter had deserted her. The last one they had looked at and ultimately the one in which Stella was.