Can words adequately explain the horror you feel at what you have done? No, they can’t. Just know that death is the opposite of that kind of horror....��This answer was not what Fred had been expecting, but he recognized the truth that some things couldn’t be explained to others. He asked, “So what are you trying to say to me?”“I’m saying that the men that you may have killed are not in pain any more. They are in a different place now; a place that has no room for pain. You don’t have to accept. She is the eldest of the three Tendo sisters and is basically the mother-figure of the series. Amid the chaos of the series, she is the calm center to the family. If Ranma was a Disney movie, she would be the one calling woodland creatures to do the housework.Although she probably had some martial arts training early in life, her skills lie in her cooking and household management.She is probably around 20 years old by the end of the series. She has beautiful long brown hair and wears a near. As k**s we sleep in the same bed for a while,me in my night gown no panties and him in his drawers.usually he would be on his side of the bed.but on those cold nights we would snuggle.by morning his hardness would be pressing up against me.i remeber one night I had to go to the bathroom,so i finished peeing and noticed i was itching down there.so i wiped and discovered i had a little hair growing and my chest was tender especially around the nipple,my chest was budding.I ran back in the room. She appeared in the doorway, still with just the t-shirt and panties on, and a cup of java in her hands. Her tits stuck out so far that the hem of her t-shirt didn’t touch her legs and barely covered her crotch. I offered her the seat next to me and Maria asked me for a cigarette. “Wow,” she said, “I didn’t think I drank that much last night. Where’s your wife?” I replied, “She’s at work. I have the day off.” “What time is it?” I said back to her “8:30”. “Shit, I need to call work and tell them.