At the top of the ridge I could look down at an old shack. There were a bunch of cars and trucks parked behind the shack. In front were a wood pile an... a group of people circling the pile. They were all wearing dark robes with hoods over their heads. I began to walk down the ridge getting nearer. Soon I could hear chanting as the circle the wood pile.As I got closer I could see something tied on top the wood pile. Nearby a person stood chanting. As they chanted the circle of people repeated the. It is time for what our ancestors used to call 'tough love'." We have reached a point now in Martian history where there are many more jobs available than there are workers to fill them. Our war efforts have opened up positions in every conceivable field. We need police officers, dip-hoes, factory workers, agricultural workers, janitors, soldiers, miners. We need people to work in order to make this new reality we are forging continue on. In short, there is no reason why everyone who is capable. In the note he left instructions on what chores to do that day and said that he was home but not feeling well and had gone to his room to rest and did not want to be disturbed. He also said that he might step out to the d**gstore if he felt up to it.As she went about her normal cleaning activities everything seemed quite ordinary for the day. Then she as she worked her way down the hall towards his bedroom she occasionally heard soft muffled voices that seemed to be coming directly from the. By then she had already been married several towns and I knew how much she liked a good fuck. One late night I had already been jerking off when her and my stepfather came home from a night of hard drinking. Frightened that I would get caught and still semi-hard, I heard bit and pieces of their drunken conversation. Turns out my mom was all about being dominated. I listened as he humiliated her into a sexual frenzy. It was so damn hot I could hear her begging for his cock. That was when he.