There’s a world of difference between those two things.”“What was the catalyst, if I can ask?”“A Swedish exchange student named Birgit. My e...dest daughter is named for her. That’s the Swedish version of Bridget, by the way, which is Natalie’s middle name by strange coincidence. Except I don’t believe in coincidences. I think the universe is well-ordered, even though it appears chaotic.”“What happened to her?” Mary asked.“The story started on the very first day of eighth grade when she sat. He almost died and went to hell. It was a moment of realization that this was his purpose in life to cause his mother all the suffering she could bear and more. He wanted to break her and break her again, until her will was nothing at all.He finally slowed his arm to short expressive bursts. He realized he couldn't take her all at once. It was suppose to be a thing of terrible beauty, his new purpose in life, a long drawn out process until all of the honey had been burned out of a hive."There!". " Well, I guess we have our number one suspect then," Theresa saidtriumphantly. Angela was not so sure."You go and interview the jockey then Theresa. I'm going to just lookaround the facilities here."Theresa headed off with Claude and Angela was glad to finally be rid ofher, at least for a little while. She started looking around and themedical facilities were indeed as Claude had advertised them. Howevershe soon found that without Claude with her that the individualtrainers' stables would not. Cassius waited for the door to click shut, and this his mouth was on Callias. He slid inside her, his pace still slow. But deep. If he slowed his strokes he could go so much fucking deeper inside her, drive it up until his sisters pretty little eyes rolled back in her head. I love hurting you, Cal. She smiled. It was a weak, exhausted, sated smile and it made his fucking cock jerk. He wrapped his hands around her throat. One last time. He tightened them as he impaled her, his hands catching the.