I also had that distinctively male problem. When sleeping, a full bladder activates the sexual reflex. I had a hard on, buried in Jill's ass. Well, no... in, between. You get the picture.I struggled to get my left hand free to turn off the alarm. Jill groaned and did some wiggle thing with her ass that planted me deeper as she pulled my hand in tighter. My right arm was under her and I could tell it was asleep. I was trapped and was going to have to come up with some super human way to escape.I. When I felt ready, I lifted my shirt and carefully pricked the skin over my heart.On my right index finger, I colleted the drop of blood that oozed out and wiped it down both sides of the blade and hilt. As I did so, I imagined the blood binding with the knife. I imagined my emotions, my intellect, and the most fundamental part of myself binding with the knife. Into it I fed almost all of the manna that I was holding as I said, "I consecrate this knife as my athame. May it serve me well. May it. ” But now after prison he was weaker (he had several broken parts) so in the future he would go after younger targets (more helpless) and keep them longer. Sara did not react. But from then on Sara wanted him dead. She was ready to kill him herself, but she was preggers and I did not want that stain on her. So after Pat was dry of useful info we gave him the opportunity to end things on his own terms. I said she could see him burn, but she didn’t need a floor show, she just needed him dead.We. But then, I think what life is like for lots of Americank**s: freeways instead of rivers, crows and rats and roaches for wildlife,gangs, d**gs, c***d abuse, HIV maybe my pity is misplaced.Feb. 25, 2000Well, I hope I didn't just violate some big taboo or something. Every nowand then, the Pachtikl adults break up into men's and women's groups andspend the afternoon drinking some kind of local tea. This time, I washanging out with Chiacl and asked if I could come with her for thetea. She said.