However, Arnie was determined regardless of the price of getting caught. Now all of his effort was going to pay off.Arnie was now surrounded by the sy...bols of religions he didn't understand or even knew existed. He now chanted quietly, fervently, while arranging the pieces as he had been shown. Sweat began to form on his brow as he wondered if he was getting it right, it had been so long ago. The memory of that dream was hazy. He was supposed to do it for more than half an hour, but he knew he. The next few days, I keept slipping it into her drinks and as promised the effects were quite quickly visible. Mom looked positively flushed all the time and not to mention her sudden disappearances to her room followed by low moans and a steady thum. This was going exactly like planned. That bitch was in heat.It was time for the next part of the plan. On Friday night, I planned a movie night with mom. I also carefully chose a movie with subtle erotica. And as I saw her getting turned on,. Instead I hope you will witness the true human tragedy of that day, which changed us all forever. The human mind has this tendency to only remember good things about the dead. Especially given the heroic manner in which so many died on 9-11, it is even more natural to glorify them all. But the truth is that 3,017 humans, including nineteen hijackers, died when those planes hit the Twin Towers. They were humans with both good and bad in each and every person. In this story, there are no heroes. "When I ran away I met, Slick. At first he was so nice to me." She wiped her eyes. "He talked me into doing it with a friend of his." More tears ran down her face. "After that is when he made me... start... um... doing it for money." The tears flowed down her face like a waterfall. "When I didn't... he'd hurt me so bad." She covered her face and started to cry like a baby.Jack pulled over to the side of the road and pulled her into his arms. He wiped a tear from her cheek. "Don't worry, no one.