I really didn't think I needed a 'Masters' degree but it was something dad had always wanted for me and so I did it to honor him.Coretta was seventeen...then, as pretty as a speckled pup and as refreshing as the desert in springtime. I was sixteen when she was born and more or less discovered that a younger sister could be a blessing or a curse. Cyrus and David were five and seven years respectfully younger than me so they never developed the relationship with Coretta that I did.When the folks. She could see the tops of trees move about halfway to the horizon. Her feet took half a step back.From the woods came ... something. It was large. Furry. It walked on all fours. Scratch that- it walked on six legs. The dark brown fur was so long she could tell nothing about the head, other than it had one."Run," the stranger whispered.They did.Venus led the girls through the woods, spear acting as a walking stick.Or, was her walking stick acting as a spear? It was a good question. She had. He pleaded for it to stop.Then it did. Out came a hand and smacked across the right cheek. The teen fell to the floor.“Don’t you fucking dare tell what me to stop you little cunt." The guard was angry, and his face now red.“Fucking get up. Stand up. I was going to let you off with a blow job but not now. Get up."The shaking teen, still holding his cheek, awkwardly got up. He looked down at the ground as tears lined his face.The guard grabbed the arm and pulled him to the window.“Bend over. Grab. Thoroughly revolting indeed, though considered to be a delicacy by many."But do you realise that I just spent four weeks in the other time, working, going shopping and setting up delivery schedules? There will be some of the very best beer from Belgium and Czechia coming up, more of that fancy wine from South Africa, German breads and cold meats, cheeses from France, pastries from Austria and chocolate from Switzerland, the Jewish delicatessen chap is delighted to supply pastrami and a variety.