A female, and with the evident artistic qualities ofsome of the killings, I'd say an egotist at that. Yet, it's definitelyfor food. They've had the li...e literally sucked out of them. Zombie-likefaces and dried up skin give that away. The brutality of some of themwas probably mercy killings done by someone inexperienced at murder, butdefinitely under the control of the female. Probably a schizo," repliedMarshall. Hennings nodded and then frowned. "Well, we knew that much already. Glad to know. Roughly pushing my legs apart, I expected him to slide right into me, but instead his mouth came down to pull at my nipples. Feeling his rough hands cupping my breasts and his mouth nipping and pulling at my nipples, I squirmed under his touch, loving the roughness, knowing I’d have little love marks all over my pale body the next day. Raising my hips up to him, I wanted so badly to feel him filling me up, I pulled at him, begging him to fuck me and fuck me now. I wanted him. I needed him. He. Alf is a man of few words, he generally doesn’t ask the questions, just answering the ones you fire at him with one or two word answers. “Any news on the job front, Alf?” Kay enquires.“No, nothing.” he replies in his soft hushed tone.“Have you tried down at the Boxing Club?” I ask.“Yeah, I’ve tried, but they don’t have anything for me.”Alf is now in his Fifties, but years ago he was a professional Boxer. Quite a talent by all accounts, unfortunately he gave into the temptation of drink and his. They search for a way to get their families out. If they can reach any of the embassies they’d be safe.In mid June, 1946, Anaire’s brother, Bardee, visits them because he has a proposition to put to Herbert. He says, “Husband of my sister, we’re a clan. The head of the clan, the Clan Father, is directly responsible for every member of the clan. As such, all orphans automatically become his dependants and he must care for them. My father is dead and we’ve no Clan Father. The Clan Council has.