" At that moment Helen entered the living room again, and I said: "Helen, Alfred thinks you're the prettiest woman in the world, and he can't stop loo...ing at you."I don't know which of the two turned the deepest red, but Helen was the first to recover."Oh, he does? Well, then we've better give him a little show, don't we?" She was wearing the white skirt I had suggested, and it really was so thin, that her black G-string showed through, but her blouse was a new, very thin cotton shirt, tied. I had never been sexually dealt with in this manner, and in spite everything that had transpired, this manner of submitting myself to his commands was giving me a kinky kick of its own. Our relationship had changed irreversibly in the last 30 minutes and he was revealing shades of me I never knew existed. So I told him I was sorry and said “Ram, please fuck me.” He said “Again, and a little louder this time, you cunt”. I repeated myself, begging him to fuck him, begging for forgiveness, louder. Vodusi priest. Zombis-maker. Fought him I did. Killed him I did, but his body walked away into the swamp. ~ There was a soft sigh then, with breath exhaled up from no throat. ~ But that is past, long dead past. Tomas, will you do what I ask? Will you bring me a girl so I can teach you how to get your vengeance? On your mother’s killers? ~ ‘Yes, Alphonse.’ ~ Hee, hee, hee. ~ ** ** ** ** ** The first was horrible. Her name was Cathy and she was nothing but a young woman who came to New Orleans. “Well, there is plenty dripping out of me now. It’s running down my legs and into my boots.”I took the milk into the house and mom said supper would be ready in about 2 hours. I told her that was fine as I was going to help Becky put some things away. Mom looked at Becky standing there with her breasts exposed and cum running down her legs and said, “I’ve a pretty good idea what you’re going to be putting away” and gave Becky a big smile and wink.By the time we reached the sleeping porch all.