There’s still more than a dozen of these bastards left. You need to take care of them the same way you took care of these assholes!”Greg and I hug...ed and kissed each one of the moms, telling them that we loved them. Janet was looking at the bodies, “what are you going to do with them?”Greg smirked, sotto voice, “The fish need to eat too.”I mentally carried each of them up the stairs and unceremoniously pitched them overboard. “Stan will get better gas mileage now!” I grinned.We then headed up. He stepped into the foyer of his building and smiled politely to the receptionist who recognised him, returning the smile. He stepped to the elevators and during the ride up took the first sip of his freshly bought coffee, letting out a pleasant sigh. Anthony worked in the wonderfully fascinating world of finance and while the work was challenging it was never particularly new or interesting. Despite that, he did the work and did it well. There was no dispute that he was a valuable member of. "I figured we could have a little fun of our own, while they watch helplessly. That should be punishment enough." She said. Yumi nodded slowly, and thought about it a little, before Lisa gently turned her head towards hers, and locked lips.As much as Yumi wanted to resist, there was just something in the back of her head that told her to play along. She shivered, as she felt Lisa's lips gently move down to her neck, and tilted her head to one side. She could feel Lisa's hands move slowly from. She hadn’t seen one since she was a girl, but the skills came back easily. She had learned to cook on such a stove. The utensils were mismatched, but well cared for, and she prepared breakfast with no trouble. Bernadette and Hilda Mae had gone into the other room and cleared boxes and piles of things off an antique feather bed. They had fallen asleep side by side, exhausted by the excitement of the evening. Nathan had pulled the chair Flossie had been sitting in into the bedroom, and lay draped.