When they arrived, Elizabeth handed out drinks and we got talking about the porn video. I explained how I wanted it to be and Ian agreed to join in. T...en we went upstairs to our main bedroom where I had set up the video camera on a tripod over looking the bed and the big mirrors on the walls of our bedroom. Elizabeth and Angela began to strip and Ian too got his clothes off and soon he was bare naked with a good stiff cock read for fucking with. Elizabeth and Angela still kept on their. ‘Do you like m– do you like my poetry?’ she stuttered. ‘I just started writing again when I came here to college. I stopped in high school because my mother told me I was awful, she said I was just pretending to be Anne Sexton, and I’ve always been afraid she was right.’ ‘She wasn’t,’ I said firmly, finishing my shot. ‘You’re spectacular. And did you know Anne Sexton stopped writing when she was young for the same reason?’ ‘Really?’ she said, and she was smiling now, her whole face glowed. I. .. and bodies disappearing. Yes, the City Pound! It wasn't horse-meat they were serving the mutts, but evidence! Not Purina, but pure evil!He would sure of it, he had sniffed the scent of fear coming from the young dogcatcher when he had questioned him. The whelp had whined before answering, then afterwards slinked off with his tail between his legs. The good looking woman who was with him was obviously a real bitch, barking at him to keep quiet, attempting to make him heal and obey. The vixen. To the man, who was living inhis first real home, a picture perfect kitchen was a sign of a pictureperfect family life. That was how it was in the sitcoms he watched.Even with knowing that sitcoms were not a reflection of the real world,that illusion which they sold seeped in his subconscious.Mike sat at one of the stools at the island in the kitchen. It did notmatter to Mike that they were more for aesthetics; he saw that so manytimes while watching his only true childhood friend. Sitting.