I had only been out to medical appointments and mostly shuttled, until recently when I was provided with a van equip for my wheelchair, and I was trai...ed to use. The physical therapist who had been working with me told me she was going to ride along with me, that I would be in complete control. We went to the restaurant and there were a couple of my friends and some of the folks who cared for me.We all ate and had a good time enjoying being out of my assisted living apartment. I was still very. I seized that grief at Ealaín’s death, that anger, and threw it into my words. I wrenched at the Biomancer’s soul, drawing on his foul ego to chain his greatest creation.“Surrender! Submit! Kneel!”“You! Are! Not! Father!” she bellowed, her body slowed. She struggled to take her next step.“But I have his soul!” The gem beat in my grip. My hand grew slick, blood pouring out of me, coating it. The ruby quivered. Scarlet flared through my finger. “You are my slave! My beast! Submit to my yoke!”She. He was inside of his mother. Inside the boiling caldron of his beginning.Inside the forbidden cavern of motherhood. He had returned to the womb that had nourished him and gave him life. Now he was buried up to the hilt in the hot, sucking tightness of her most sacred of sacred of places about to give her another life.The passion that was coursing through him paralyzed him momentarily. Then as a great wave of pleasure washed over him, he felt another eruption growing inside his aching balls. He. I started wanting one. I had developed a fetish for them. It wasnt until recently, however, that I actually got to do anything regarding this fetish. I had chances to play with Barbies before, but I passed on it. Barbie was hot, but bratz were sexier. Barbie seemed to safe. Over the years I had thought of many plans to get my hands on a bratz doll. They ranged from stealing one from a friends house to riding my bike to Target to buy one. When I tried to steal one from a friends house, I was not.