" When have they ever?" asked Knife. "Word is they're dealin'." Shit, half the clubs deal in one thing or another." Yeah, but the Tankers are dealing ...irls," responded Knife. "It's pretty hush-hush, because they already gotta bad rep, but they're selling girls south of the border. Tradin' 'em for drugs. They gotta lot of money." Anyone got any proof?" Nothing hard," said Knife. "That's definitely the kinda thing that'll get the other clubs on their ass so they're keepin' it quiet." Christ,. To become a footnote in a new edition of one of my books. Or have a whole chapter to myself. Immortalised.I know what Niamh would call it. She'd say I was giving up. Leaving everything behind. The illness. The uncertainty. The cocktail of pills and injections that dull my senses when my behaviour grows too much for those around me to cope. Stuff that makes me normal, whatever that means. I rebelled today. Took nothing. Paid the price in elevated cognition; those left-brain thoughts untempered. Like with most people that I found interesting, I made sure to make good use of my discipline and refrain from giving myself any kind of “unfair advantage.” I found her cool. She was outspoken, unafraid to be herself, and unapologetically defensive of her ideas.She wanted to become a playwright. Most of the people enrolled at the drama program of my university were, at best, misguided – why would you go to a university to become an actor? Go to an acting academy or something. But Ophelia had. I had to fuck my self with a huge double headed dildo in my pussy and ass as I just wanted to watch them, my sister and my horny sons and how she uses her boobs and her ass to tease them and make them hot."Oooo mommy, you bitch! You want to show your sons how you lick and fuck your huge boobs with your sexy toungue, come on you slut, lemme see how you move your wet toungue on your fucking tits and let Dave see us how nasty we become while doing this tit licking. Oh yes mommy! Your huge fucking.