I worked in the same office as my sister. Other than morning PT three times a week and occasional training at the company we were assigned to, we gene...ally worked 9 to 5. We worked hard, but I had no objections to working in an office that was heated in the winter and air-conditioned in the summer. I suppose that made my grumbling even louder when the company's turn to supply the Interior Guard force came up and I got nailed for the first Saturday detail. A whole weekend blown as we would be. For the first time I could see the neighbor's car without having to stand on the garden wall to look over the crowd. I went back into the house through the sliding glass doors in the kitchen. There was a tall black youth at the sink filling a cup. He was filling it from a small glass bottle. He didn't seem to notice me until I opened the basement door. Then he turned just as I was heading down the stairs. "Hey man, they're meeting down there..." I turned around and looked up.He shot me a look. “Hi Princess”, I looked up and dad was approaching. A big smile on my face “Hi I see you’re dressed to go on a business trip (then with a giggle) or pleasure”. He giggled and sat down on the lounge chair next to me “You always look so cute Princess” leaned over and gave me a kiss and of course I kissed him back. Ever since I was twelve he would come say good-bye to me when he was going away (please read post “gift from dad for details). Our lips locked in a passionate kiss that only a dad and. ’ ‘But every day he had to deal with the worst of the worst, and some of them seemed to enjoy their crimes. He watched them on Earth and Hell, and at first it may have only been an academic fascination, but it blossomed into obsession. It started to really go bad when he first saw stepmother. He watched her before she started killing people, as she lovingly mutilated and dissected house pets and small livestock. When he saw her kill a young virgin the first time, he snapped. He visited her.