My son is in my ass and his friend is fucking my pussy.... Oh my God... I can't believe this... I can't fucking believe this... What have I become?......Am I really doing this?... Am I really getting fucked by the two of you?... In my ass and in my pussy at the same time?.. Am I such a whore boys?... Am I?... Is your mother such a dirty whore baby?... Is your mother really such a dirty slut?... Tell me boys... Tell me what I am... Tell me what I've become!!!" You're a whore mom... A dirty. In the end, Marcia’s life and death just aren’t a big enough story to compete. It was a cynical movie, yes. Done when the box office went to the penguins with the dancing feet, yes. But it was a really good movie, I thought. It probably would be a classic thirty years from now, a cult film. I just wouldn’t be in Hollywood then to share the delayed acclaim. I had been Tuesday’s choice in the film, picked up on the beach as I was walking by Marcia’s beach house in a skimpy Speedo. Filmed through. " You're not dead either, are you sweet Jen?" No bruv." the tears were falling like bloody rain now, "No Danny I'm not even nearly dead." Shit and I got all dressed up for the funeral." Oh Danny."It was another two weeks before Dr Warzi (the little Asian guy with the cold stethoscope) adjudged me fit enough to go home, although with two broken legs, it was easier said than done.Jenny had practically lived at the hospital for the whole five weeks I was in the coma. Every day she'd held my hand. But, you gave that elephant freak monster sanctuary. And besides that, you’re vampires. You’ll eventually cause problems. We might as well kill you along with all the other paranormals. Kind of like a crusade, you know? And hey, if you’re a God-fearing vamp, I’m sure you know what those are.”Damien’s sigh turned into a quiet growl. Jack was right. There was no communicating with these people, and that was infuriating because he knew not all the hunters had to be mindless killing machines or.