"Mom sat back in her chair and rubbed her forehead for a moment then continued, "I know it's very painful for you right now to be struggling with this...issue but I'm very proud of you, Son. Your struggle with today's events tells us that you care. You not only care about what happens to yourself, but that you also care about the rights and dignity of others that you don't even know. Life is precious to you and the pain you feel is in direct proportion to the depth of your love for your fellow. I gave up on the homework temporarily, placing her book on top of my crotch to hide the tent that had formed in my crotch. I looked around at her bedroom at all the silly dolls and animals, as she tells me more about her dream. I wondered, what kind of girl has so many dolls at her age?"Then, in the dream I was really confused about why I had the stupid thing." God! I looked down, noticing that she was carressing her thighs. Was this dream turning her on?"I was also really sad because I didn't. A supportive post in the shade gave me a moment of cool relaxation.There was no movement in the house since Olga left, but I knew she'd be home. The house would be cool, with the A/C running, no doubt with a fridge full of cool, thirst-quenching tonics. My throat burned dryly when I swallowed. That was all the motivation I needed to head inside for sanctuary.Stepping inside was a relief. The wall of cool air kissed my throbbing skin, and I broke out in goosebumps immediately, hairs standing on. “The Golden Cat belongs to the Lanzas, the Mafia, and so there is no way the Russians ‘own’ it.”Manuel stood back from where his captive sat and grinned. “So little pussy, I'm afraid that your suffering isn't over, after all. In fact, it has only just begun. Emilio, I'll take over with the rod now please.”Yulia's beautiful eyes only stared at the cold, calculated terrorist in numb panic while he spoke. Her fevered mind just couldn't accept his words. This monster was going to continue the.