‘A lowly servant thought it her prerogative to touch me, your Prince, she was mistaken and I dealt with that mistake.’ A hint of anger in the Prin...e’s voice. ‘The throne of Murtar will not satisfy your hunger for power, no man has the power you seek. I cannot crown you as God, my son. I owe my fathers before me the insurance of Murtar’s survival, I must live up to their deeds. You have to feel the blood of a hundred Kings running through your veins. If you were to have a son, I would sooner. But his plans and his behavior changed significantly that summer.Gary’s demise coincided with the news of Dad’s death, and I am convinced was a direct result of it. Since mom was not in any condition to help anyone most nights, I felt that it was my responsibility to help guide Gary through this grief and get him ‘back on track’, so to speak.Despite my strongest objections, Gary quit the basketball team, where he had been one of the better forwards on the team. He also started drinking and. The material consisted entirely of big throbbing penises shooting thick white goo into pretty young girls’ mouths.I hadn’t realized Laura had sneaked in until I heard her speak: “Did you manage to fix it, dad… Oh, err, hmm…” She blushed adorably when she noticed what was happening on the screen, and I’m pretty sure I did too, considering it was an animated slow-motion gif of a long stream of white jizz shooting onto a girl’s tongue and then dribbling deeper into her mouth. It was certainly a. I call it the junkshop.I'm in love with the junkshop girl. She's not the owner, so strictly speakingshe's not the junkshop girl, either. Sometimes I'll go by and I'll see theowner there, a squat older woman from some Southeast Asian country, and I'llpass by, avoiding her forbidding scowl.But other times I'll be about to pass by the window of the junkshop and I'lljust know my girl is there. Maybe I've subconsciously glimpsed her in one ofthe tarnished tablespoons in the window, or maybe her.