Dad had a real belly on him. Not so much from beer, though he did like a couple while watching the Padres on the tube. He always had a cigarette going... the red pack of Pall Malls visible in the pocket of just about any shirt he wore. Dad drove a truck for a local company, so he was home nights. To listen to him talk, though, you'd think he was on the road for weeks at a time. You'd also think he was still in Oklahoma to hear to country twang to his voice.Mom, on the other hand could probably. ... but Emmeline Winter did not run.If such monsters could exist, if her father and grandfather before her had fought them, if she had been sent here, if so much was at stake, if her very presence gave the beast pause ... then surely there was something to this, more than she could see.She had to believe.She would persist.Emmeline's grip tightened around the neck of the axe, so tight her fingers burned. She stepped boldly forward.Her voice was clear and unwavering."By Winter's hand, the blade. . the pictures. There were pictures of Mark and I having sex in Chicago and several other times at the office. Visual evidence I'd done things with Mark that I hadn't done with David until after the affair. My guilt threatened to overwhelm me as I fought to breathe.I went through all the evidence like a coroner doing an autopsy. I needed to know exactly what my husband had seen. The more I saw, the less hope I had for my marriage. I was ashamed and horrified at the things I'd said and done. The. "Fuck your little Japanese slut." Nice tight little Asian cunt," I growled. "Gonna be filled with my seed." Make the schoolgirl graduate with a pregnant belly. I'm an innocent high school student...oh fuck me..." Took your virginity little Japanese slut, and I'm gonna put a baby in you. Gonna make an Asian k** on you...gonna make you a teenaged mommy." Yes...fill my cunt with your cum...make it ooze out. Oh...oh...oh...fuck me silly...fuck this little Japanese girl silly...."I began slamming.