Though I must now acknowledge his rather formidable skill. I should kill you... but Harry - do you find your late godfather's sister attractive?"Harry...appraised a heaving Bellatrix with a critical eye, taking in the view of her voluptuous breasts and hour glass body, "I do, Master."Voldemort smirked, "Then I give her to you, to do as you please in your spare time. I suggest you make use of her often... for if you tire of her, her usefulness will be completely null and her life. .. your wife?" she stuttered out almost inaudibly from behind her hands."Yes, in fact, I filmed the entire thing on video tape and I want you to come over to my house to see it," he said."Dear God, no!" she cried and flung herself down on the couch, her dress rising with her movement to reveal her long, smoothly tapering legs to the lustful gaze of Clay Marsdale.He allowed her to stay that way for a few moments, then went to sit beside her on the couch to soothe her with words of sympathy."Now,. Oneafternoon as I was masturbating inmy toilet, my mother came to myroom to check mails in PC. She foundsome papers in the bed and that aresome of the printouts of mother son incest's. when I came out I foundthat my mom is reading the stories. Iwas stunt to see that I have not keepthe printout in side my self. Her facewas in angry. I thought I would getnice shot from her. She left the printouts and went out. I feltashamed to she my mother I wasthinking what to do and how to facemother. It was. The docks were empty save for the lean Golden Hunger. The pirate ship dwarfed the pier she was tied up to.“Thank the gods,” Angela muttered.“Feared she had left?” Thrak asked with his deep rumble.“Yes. Captain Thyrna is a pirate.”“Pirate?” gasped Xandra.“Didn't we mention that?” I asked her. “Only a pirate can be trusted to carry fugitives like us.”She gave me a look. “You make this sound like it's a story.”“It is. Once I write it. An epic that will be sung for a thousand-thousand.