The dogs gave it a wide berth, so Eve and I did the same. We assumed that those tentacles were coated with some sort of poison, and we were not tempte... to verify our suspicion. The jellyfish-like beast seemed to be so insubstantial that it must have been blown into our neighborhood by the powerful wind. At least, we hoped so! We also hoped that there were no more such beasties around and about.The ground was so covered with broken limbs that it was hard to see where to put our feet. The walking. The soap seared her torn flesh as much as the hot water. She wanted to scream. Cry out. Anything! But she was afraid to make a sound. She glanced at Turner standing at the bathroom door. He had the meanest look on his face. Why hadn’t she seen this before? Why hadn’t she listened to Martin? Where was Martin now? As the hot water blistered her broken flesh and the soap heaped added pain on her cuts and abrasions she cried out in her mind. Martin! Oh Martin! I need you! As though he was reading. The blood blossomed forth, and she cried out in sweet agony. "That's three," I observed. "Are you my big-titted, cum-sucking worthless little fuck-toy?" Yes, Danny," she hissed without hesitation. "I'm your slut, I'm your fucking slut." Good girl," I whispered, and dropped the whip onto the bed. I pressed my hand down firmly on the back of her neck until her pert ass was high in the air, vulnerable and exposed. The tattered, blood-smeared remains of her black lace panties hung around her hips.. He and the redhead go over and talk to a woman, the girls' coach, I guessed, and he starts jumping around the field, doing somersaults and stuff. The coach asks him a few questions and hands him a couple of sheets of paper. He comes running up into the stands and hands it to me. 'I made it, Daddy. I'm gonna be a cheerleader.' The papers are a medical form and a permission slip. She runs back onto the field, and I sat and stared." What the hell happed? Then I remembered what that old coot.