I got mad at you later, because I like remembering him, but I'm already starting to forget. I forget the littlest things already, the ones that were s... much a part of who Lonnie was. He's becoming blurred to me now, and soon, all I'll remember is the Reader's Digest, edited version, of who he was. I'm already losing all the important details." I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't think I knew you well enough to ask you that question directly, that's why I asked Gerta. I'm sorry you're unhappy,. The preternatural Daughter is a bit different in her bowel habits. The ostentatiously cute, bewitching Daughter opens her posterior sphincter and rectum with ease allowing even large astronomically elephantine, massively equine-sized SEX-FOOD TURD-LOGS to easily escape the clammy clutches of her embryonic, immature, tepid, remarkable, teenaged, SKUNK TRUNK Rectum.Once either Mother or Daughter has defecated in my Toilet Slave mouth I am expected to chew and swallow their warm anal gift, their. "You don't know anything Shane, you don't know nothing!" she stepped away from him and covered her face with her hands "if you know the truth you wouldn't say that. Oh my God why? Why Matt?"Shane didn't care much about her words. But right after her last cry her body swung and Shane was able at the last second to catch her before she fell to the ground."Dave call the nurse, quickly." He shouted as he carried the young girl in his arms. She was only 21 years old and was going to be a mother. 'Great ... just fuckin' great! My so-called talent had turned me into an emotional vampire.Unfuckingbelievable.I suppose it could have been worse. I could have ended up like Peggy'd been when I first met her; stealing positive emotions to feed her personal void.At least I figured I'd be able to survive on negativity. Unless I lost control, like I had on the plane, and inadvertently killed myself. Of course there was always a solid supply of love waiting for me at home, right? With a little luck.