The surge of support died down on the screen. Distracted andirritable, Robert glanced back at me. "Look at this place," hesaid, "it's got like a pigst.... Why don't you go fix me somedinner then get started on cleaning it up." He was trying to benice but it came over as a veiled threat."Alright," I said, just anxious to get out of there. I didn'tlike this. I didn't like him. I closed the door after me andstood against the wall in the darkened hall, my hand on mychest. My system was saturated with. We started to look into the images together and also proceed with the compilation. We were totally into the work. Eli wanted to finish asap and then she had to drive 1 hours or so before reaching home.After over two hours of work we were still long way from finishing. The images we had were not so great and we were both out of ideas. That calls for a coffee break.I went to the kitchen to make coffee, then she came as well and asked if I had any hair drier or something to dry her clothes. I mean. A pretty, dark skinned, short woman dressed in a thin sarong is next in the circle."My name is Visthi Threepa, and I have been under my son's control for five years."I cannot believe that a woman so young looking could have a son old enough to be a threat! Is the boy a stepson? Are non-blood related dominations accepted in this organizations? My mind burns through questions faster than the woman's tale answers them.Visthi continues, "My husband gave me to my son for his ninth birthday. It is an. She must have because it was there one moment and gone the next… curiously she looked on the ground for the big leggy thing but didn’t see it. Breathing a sigh of relief she tossed the stick to the side. Glancing to the right, into the back windshield of the car she froze. There was another one of the damned things! This one was already in flight, but it was flying up and down in the same place, trying to figure out how to get out of the windshield. She groaned, the back windshield was the.