You want to keep it that way because you genuinely care for her." OK, what's up with the psychoanalysis?" asked a somewhat emboldened Derek.The man si...hed. "This started out as an ill-mannered, overreaction on my part, but it has become something more." He said before continuing after a dramatic pause. "You have an amazing gift for empathy! You've buried it under your lack of confidence, but it's there." How would my empathy have anything to do with what I did to the girls?" Derek, you've given. Across the room the sounds of passion had begun.Trixie had wanted down Tabitha's pants from the moment that she'd laid eyes on her. This wasn't like high school, she knew, there wouldn't be any more of those drunken, 'secret' liaisons where girls would cum on her face but wouldn't give her the time of day during school. Not like that cheerleading cunt Caroline who announced to government class that Trixie was a 'bull dyke' two days after Trixie had made her cum her brains out with three. .. that not a single bullet was going hurt me or any of my mortal friends! As for most of the three dozen or so assembled super-powered heroines, there wasn’t one of them really that was the least bit frightened by gaggles of gunsels spewing lead! Some, especially the mightiest ones on the front line, were innately bullet-proof and others had protective armor in their costumes or else were just too fast to be hit either in flight or on the run.A cameraman from the Gazette caught the scene. After several minutes, she nudges it forward with her toe and waits. Edgar waits too. He doesn’t know whether to reach out for the bowl or to wait for her to leave before retrieving it. Sometimes she orders him to retrieve the bowl. Sometimes she doesn’t, she just leaves. Sometimes in the past, she would allow him to get it without incident. At other times, she would hit him with the Whip when he reached out for the bowl of food. What she would do now he does not know. So, he waits. She stands.