Oh yea, oh yea, come on baby, right there, POW right in the kisser!" He shot his seed down his son's throat, and fell asleep right there, relaxing and...loosening up. Not loose enough that stewie could get free, though...PART II - Bite the Hand that Beats YouAfter about 10 minutes had passed, Brian walked into to the living room and saw the prediciment Stewie was in. It didn't take him long to remember all the things that Stewie had done to him, and how much he deserved to be humiliated by his. He allowed his mother to pull him into the house, where his father did his best to squeeze his breakfast out through his ears. "Dad ... can't ... breathe." Howard grunted."Leave some for me, Mr. Farrell!" interjected a female voice. His father released him, allowing him to turn toward the sound. He found a diminutive but reasonably curvy frame sheathed in creamy, white skin and one of Howard's oversized T-shirts, topped by a river of straight, crimson hair with blonde highlights that suggested. And, maybe I can finally sell her on the idea that I’m not just a late comer to the party,” he said.“Hmm, yes, I guess. But, her guilt at being the cause of his going to prison, well, I mean we do still have to go slow. We don’t want to appear to be taking advantage of the situation; that would not be good; it could backfire on us if we tried,” she said.“Yes, I see what you mean. So we just let things take their natural course. No pressure. We’ll just be there, available,” he said.“Yes,. Shaking his head he’d still have to watch them not good to be attacked from within if they were planning a coup.Naci and I exited the tunnel with much less velocity this time. Landing lightly we both nodded to each other as we started to set up the camp. A loud mumbling was coming from the bag at my side as I wacked it with my hand.“I believe I need to get the information about this traitor out to the rest of the magical realm.” I told Naci.“That would be good husband, though can you do it from.