When your mind is cotton or a piece of taffy somebody is pulling it’s hard to focus on a goal that is a year down the road. A bowl of soup, that’s...just a few minutes away. It fills your mouth with a burst of warm flavors and fills your belly making you feel good. Soup is important in my life now.Kindness is more important to me, both giving and receiving. One because it feels good and helps others feel good. Two, I have to be careful who I piss off. The face I cuss today may be connected to the. “There is no Hermann Gregoire, David!”“Really - See you later, kiddo!”I woke up the next morning, feeling rested, turned to my sister/wife and said, “What did you mean ‘There is no Hermann Gregoire?’”“Just what I said, I looked up the name and found no reference to it at all. Then I looked up just the last name, including all the local cemeteries to find anyone with that last name at all. I even paid $20 online for an extensive national search for someone with that name, no hits whatsoever.”. Pete dug his hands under her bottom, grasping at the abused flesh, making her cry out in a way not at all identifiable as either pleasure or agony. Finally, he pointed his tongue and concentrated non-stop on her clit, shoving her headlong towards, and then past and over the cliff of her orgasm. And then kept up his assault, forcing her into another. Then, as quickly as he could, he was on his feet, dropping his pants and briefs, freeing his cock before returning to between her thighs, this time. They fought over the pistol, and it went off," CodieAnn said as she started crying.I held my wives as they cried and then led them back to the house. Getting everyone situated in the living room, Norman and I went back outside and searched the bodies, and then loaded them on the sleds connected to the snowmobiles. We then drove out into the forest and stopped about two miles from the house and left them in a pile."Should we bury them?" Norman asked."Fuck no. Wolves have to eat, too," I said as.