Only an idiot used a cue when the balls made much better weapons. Looking at the rest of the bar patrons, who were all staring at me, I smiled wolfish...y. ‘Nothing to look at. Vern just didn’t pay for the transvestite hooker he used last week.’ I can’t imagine why no one tried to stop me from leaving. Back out in the parking lot, I took a deep breath, trying to clear the stench from my lungs. Still no closer than when I arrived, I took my bike and headed south. The pieces were starting to fall. The stick also removed my eyebrows and any little hairs on my head which the razor had missed.“I would rather have you in my parlor,” a female voice said from behind me, “but this will have to do.”She then instructed me to stand still and began painting my lips and face with the paints which were normally worn by the village prostitutes. Once my face was dry, she started on my body with henna ink and a small brush. Soon the words which I had declared– traitor, treason, and slut– were written in. My cock was still hard after pumping two loads of cum into my sister's body. I should be soft right now, but I was rearing for more.The halo gave me more than mind-control. I wonder what else I would develop?“They were having sex, Dad,” Livie whined in her petulant voice from the living room. “It was disgusting. You have to go talk to them.”“What?” the bleary words of our dad groaned. “Who was having sex? Your sister brought a boy over?”“No, no, Randy and Alison,” Livie whined. You'd never know. She turned around quickly and saw a wall opening up before Max stepped out. The two lovers just stared at each other for a long moment before Max jumped into the bath and moved to Liz.“Max ... thank god ... I didn’t know if it would work ... it was the only thing I could think of,” Liz said quickly.Max then silenced her by wrapping his arms around her and kissed her passionately. “Its’ okay honey, I’m just glad you’re okay ... really glad,” he said.“Andrei does think you’re dead. I told him.