I went into the garage and got the hammer I had used the summer before for knocking down a wall in the yard. It weighed around 14 pounds, which is qui...e fucking heavy. But not as heavy as when a 250 pound man brings it crashing down on your outstretched hands, crushing your fucking fingers. having done one hand, I could see no point in letter her other hand get away with it, and soon, both hands were fucking mashed. I had considered taking off the wedding ring, but fuck her, she could keep. What? Was that her water breaking? Oh my god, Oh my god. . .A few minutes later, a weak and physically exhausted Laura can only watch as the kitten that walks on his hind legs that she just gave birth to climbs out of the car and runs off back into the woods. . .The Golden Boys. That would be the nicknamed they picked up quickly. Officially nobody knows where they came from though unofficially people are thinking genetic experiment gone wrong. Called Golden Boys because from a distance if looks. If I disturbed her too much she might brush my hand aside and roll over away from me. And it suddenly seemed certain in my mind that if I could just help Ariel's erotic interlude end in a dreamy orgasm, well, that would be so arousing I'd probably just shoot off in my shorts. And then, maybe then, I could finally get some rest.But I'd just started stroking her again when her hand seized my wrist and lifted it away. So much for _that_ remedy, I thought, but then to my utter surprise Ariel pulled. I’ve read the police report, but maybe you could run me through it.”Matti did just that, showing him the chopping block he had been sitting on, and pointing out the course the plane had taken when it landed, and then later when it took off. He explained about the treetops the plane had failed to clear, and about how abruptly the engine had stalled. When that was all done, the two of them walked down to the dock after Matti picked up a fuel tank from the storage shed. A few minutes later they.