He remembered how proud he was on the occasion of his 500th execution and the part Justine had played in it. He also contemplated the pleasure he and ...ustine experienced as they "punished" the 2 American whores stupid enough to try and intrude on his island and attempt to sabotage his bomb, his Atomic bomb."Stupid bitches," he grumbled as he fingered the 2 sets of differently dented metal identity tags. "Monroe and ah, yes, McKeeson, Patricia," he read aloud. She was the one that didn't leave. His pure white hair was slicked back. His brown eyes covered with clear glasses. His skin was wrinkled, but was normal in pigment. His big, fat nose filled with white hairs.He smiled at me, “Lydia! It’s so good to see you! How has my beautiful little girl been?” He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me tightly against him. I could smell the cigarettes on his body. I felt uncomfortable.“I’m good…thanks.” I said, trying to be polite as possible. He let me go, holding my upper arms with his. It happened so fast, he couldn’t get his rifle up. He fell backwards, grabbing for his pistol when the bear ran into him. He just knew the bear was going to maul him to death.The bear had run over him, headed straight for the little Jenny-Mule when Hoyt rolled and stood. Firing as fast as he could, he emptied his pistol into the back of the bear’s head. The bear fell dead as it slid underneath the Jenny-Mule. The little girl pulled free, bucking, kicking and braying as she ran over to stand. She would go home after that, jump in the shower, and use the massaging head on her pussy. She said it would help her, but it was nothing like the actual orgasm I had given her. She said on that night when I had opened the glass door, she almost fainted! She thought she had been caught. When she realized I didn’t see her, a new level of excitement hit her. She had fantasized many times about being in the room with me, and she being the one rubbing and squeezing my cock. She knew it was.