" Oh?" He found out about Allie and Jack, and me and Allie, through the grapevine. Needless to say, he was livid. He made all kinds of demands, but it...basically boiled down to us having no contact with Allison, and Jack leaving our lives forever, or else Dad would ruin him." Abigail smiled sadly. "We rejected his proposal, to say the least." How did you get him to give up?" It was actually Jack's plan. Seems our dear, pious father isn't as upstanding as he claims to be. Jack did a little. Do you fly in your dreams? I do, a lot. So naturally I never fall off of tall buildings, down wells, over cliffs, nothing like that. I always see me as myself, not as some heroic figure or anything like that, but in my dreams I have always been the absolute master. Kind of like Keanu Reeves as Neo in 'The Matrix, ' only in a different way. Sometimes I seem to be in 'invisible' mode, where I am an observer. I see myself in different situations and circumstances. Or more frequently, I see places. They couldn't fucking move in that sticky stuff and they collapsed and died of an overdose of mcum. cum poisoning is the official scinetidicifc term. then the police came. theree were a lot of monkey nigger police from africa. so luckily i had some real apes that i got from the zoo. the monkey nigger came at me and i threawa a fucking gorilla at his head. the goriallla went mad and started beating up the nigger cops. there were some white cops there too. so i beat those gay fish up.... fucking. Gone was the beautiful face with dimples and seductive eyes; no longer the young, tempting body but that of a vicious beast was now over me, dripping saliva and breathing a hot stale breath in my face. I considered struggling but what was the point? I had nowhere to run to while the tide was up and he would easily catch me anyway. I had no way of incapacitating him either. Even kicking him in the balls would probably have just made him angrier.But I had no chance to do anything anyway. Before I.