Indeed, that's not far from the truth. I'm a bright guy and a good person. But it doesn't come from Jesus. No one's goodness comes from Jesus. There a...e good Christians and bad Christians. There are good atheists and bad atheists. Good Muslims and bad Muslims. Goodness is not based on religion."God bless you, Mr. Xxxxxx." I heard that many times each week. Some might call me, "Such a good Christian man." Those same people would bless me every time I sneezed. That may not bother most people but. I shoved my hunting knife into the gut of one. I struck over his shoulder and into the side of the head of the other with a club. Again I took everything and hung them by their belts.I killed a dozen before dawn and returned to my rooms. I put the weapons away but kept the club. I kept most of the coppers and poured the rest into one corner of my mother's clothes chest. I left and went to buy food and eat and listened to the talk. People tried to be quiet but they were excited.All the dead I. She pulled her shorts and knickers off, and pulled my trousers and pants down. She straddled me and put my dick inside herself, and proceeded to give me the wildest ride of my life. She had pulled her top off as well and was naked. What a sight if anyone was walking by on the path, a naked girl, with large breasts, and long hair blowing in the gentle breeze, silhouetted against the last rays of the setting sun.She came twice, and then I thrusted up into her and came as well. We lay there for a. "She was pissed, that was obvious, but she must have known that if shepushed me any harder there wasn't any way I was going to get dressed andexpose myself to possible ridicule from dad. I knew that she wasn't veryfond of the idea that I liked to dress as a girl, and I knew that theonly way to get my parents undivided attention was if I looked just likeany other girl my age, maybe better. I knew that I could manage that,without her help, and told her that again. My mother is real good athead.