By the time the doctor had left her, Alice was almost convinced that it was the flu... the flu, of course, combined with her odd mental state. Somehow...the combination must have had disastrous effects upon her nervous system. Yet there was one good thing, if it could be called that. At least Alice had finally admitted to herself her great loneliness. Something would have to be done so that she never ever had another of those terrible 'lapses'! She had done a lot of reading while confined to her. "My heart soared but my mind was incredulous. What had she said? Could it be true?"As I've told you already, there's been a revolution..."I couldn't believe it!I was so happy."And that's how they killed him." I'm sorry."De Lyons was dead, which was good news and yet bad news. I wanted him alive. Only then could I kill him.So often I'd imagined sinking my dagger into his belly. "This is for Lescavier," I'd say as his blood lapped through my fingers. "This is for Bonnet and Trouveau, those two. She giggled and touched it softly.“Let me take care of it.” She tied her hair and knelt before me and took out my dick and started creasing it and spite on it.“You are doing it like an experienced one,” I said sarcastically, raising my eyes. She gave a stare and squeezed my balls. “Ahhh, you bitch,” I screamed in pain.“What did you call me?” she squeezed even harder this time.“Ok, ok, I am sorry. I apologize, please leave,” I replied panting. She again started stroking my dick. “You men are not. I had cringed a few months ago when my wife made an offhand comment about donating Lynn's C cup bras to charity because she had outgrown them. Seriously, 1 blond, big-tittied teen girl is a parental nightmare. On the other hand, I was about to become a nightmare for whatever hapless boy happened to be in her room. I had thought Lynn was between boyfriends. What was she doing having sex?I must have slammed the bathroom door shut when I started to storm down the hall, because the next thing I.