“You just set me free. Once my lawyer gets this I’m going to own your ass! I’ll own your house, your car, your dog, Hell, I might even let your ...ife stay if she sits on my cock! You cuck nig-”His racial slur is cut off when a man emerges from the shadows and grabs his throat. The chokehold isn’t the thing that stops his words. It’s the searing pain from two quick stabs in succession. The man holds the blade deep inside and growls. “She was my daughter.”It is all he can say. He stabs over and. The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself.What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship?The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a c***d and then, by his absence, left the c***d fatherless and then Godless.The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.The dream. Barrington’s eyes rolled back in his head as he enjoyed this momentary pleasure. Arlene continued to deepthroat his cock and then eased it out and started licking it all over again while gently but quickly stroking it at the base. Soon Barrington felt an orgasm build and he moaned out, “I’m going to cum.”Arlene pushed her mouth deeper over his cock and let him fill her mouth with his cum and promptly swallowed it all. She then smiled at him and asked, “Was it good Mr. Barrington?”“Oh yes my. "That's another town site house,built in the 1940s." They're lovely," Amanda said, "every one." There's the Babcock and Wilcox house," I said, pointing out anotherresidence."Wow, that's a lot of cocks!" Minimal traditional in style, it was built in 1933 and moved here in1987, from Boulder City, where it had been built as one of twelveresidences of its type for Hoover Dam workers. A variety of othertypes of houses were also built, the government providing two milliondollars for the construction.