The artist had depicted Mary lying back in what looked like a seat of clouds, wearing her blue cape, her white gown, and of course, her white veil. As...she lay there, her legs lifted by one hand towards the side, exposing her underwear, the Virgin Mary smiled affably, as if blessing whoever saw the image. Marcella combed her beautiful, golden-red hair and nervously put it behind her ear. Her heart beating quickly with a mixture between morbid curiosity and outrage, she eyed the picture before. His lopsided face, wrapped with blood-stained strips of leather, swelled hideously. The Light-Eye scarcely noticed his condition. Overcome by rage, he acted on instinct, and before anyone knew what was happening, his hand wrapped around the shaman’s throat. People shouted, pulling at his arm, his body, begging him, demanding him to stop, but he neither heard nor saw them. The Spiritwalker rasped, pleading for his life as Jakal denied him of breath. Thrown backwards with great force, the young. After a few more violent thrusts, I shot string after string of warm semen into her body. I almost blacked out in ecstasy. My head buzzed with pleasure. After what seemed like hours, I came down from my high enough to pull out of her with a PLOP. As I lay next to her, I remembered very suddenly that I'd neglected to use any kind of protection. I figured this once wouldn't hurt.As it turned out, that was how I got Jennifer Lawrence pregnant.----------------------------------------------------Six. I still hold a grudge from WWII. Okay, I’m not old enough to have lived through the war, but my relatives did. We could have been speaking Japanese or German today, not that would be a bad thing, but it was a bad thing to think about 60 years ago. Besides, the Japanese and Germans don’t necessarily like Americans and America. Germany still has anti-Semitic Neo Nazi groups and Japan is a closed country, basically. You don’t see too many Americans walking around their country in the way that you.