He was indeed dead.Macy McKechnie collated her latest results from the mainframe, smiled with satisfaction, and retuned to her laboratory. Macy sat in...front of the workstation and booted up the molecular modeling program, her spirits rose even higher. She, Macy McKechnie, from a Glasgow housing estate had made her first breakthrough; the Ph.D. was as good as hers.Precisely what the mutation she had found did she was uncertain, but her probe hit it without fail, time, and time again. The. "Not too many people could have done that," he had told her. "He's real picky about people."So it seemed that the dog had actually picked her as a new master, rather than the other way around.She had been on the post in Gulfport for over a month now, slowly building relationships with the other witches of the Wiccan. Succinctly letting them know of her interest to learn more about it and how much she would like to be initiated into this unusual religious group.As most people might have. Even in the dark, streetlight night, her shaven pussy was clearly visible. With just slightly puffy labia’s and a medium sized clit, her vagina looked quite desirable and Miley felt the man holding her wrist’s cock began to grow as it pressed against the back of her head. The man holding her panties held them up and took a long whiff, exhaling contentedly after smelling the aroma of the teenage girl’s faint sex juices that lingered on her panties from some earlier time. He held them out, and. He didn’t know what he was looking for—it was probably nothing, he told himself. He walked a little further, swept the flashlight beam back and forth. This is retarded, he told himself, and took a few more steps before turning back when the flashlight beam snagged on a glimpse of pale flesh.He followed the light as if he were bringing in a fishing line at the end of which he discovered his ?catch.? Holy shit, he murmured. He stood, staring, goggle-eyed at the disheveled girl lying face down on.