"You did all you could, Jackie," she consoled me after I'd finally recounted the story coherently. "It's up to them, now." I hope," was all I could sa....I got the upshot from the news again, the next day. This time the story was better, thank God. They didn't identify the kid—protecting the identity of minors, even lethal ones, and all that—but state police assisted by the locals had paid an early morning call to his home, had seized no fewer than five guns including an assault rifle plus. They included puppies, sunsets, naked women, naked men, naked children, city skylines and what not. We had been shown other similar pictures and some films while undergoing an MRI. The films were a mix of political speeches, people having sex in various combinations, herding cattle, and other stuff. What areas of our brains were excited was recorded and linked to the film or picture. We were also asked questions while hooked up to a polygraph. The questioner started with some basics, including. "How did it all happen?" you ask yourself.There is no turning back. You can only move forward. Time ... the curse of the garden.She looked beautiful, as usual. She wore a dress with a flower print and a pair of sandals. I quickly changed into my cargo shorts and sandals. Then we hopped into the Rover to begin our adventure.I wanted to make sure that our last day would stick out in her memory. I had searched diligently for an agenda that would fill that requirement. I knew that she had already. Fuck your Master’sfingers. Let me know how You missed me so.”“Master, I have missed You. I have been longing for You, needing You. Oh Master, can You not tell?” She grounded her hips against His palm as she felt His fingers stroke her inside. The wave built once more. She could feel it simmering right there on the brink.She gulped for air as her body went higher in ecstasy. He growled as He felt her slick walls grip His fingers.“SLUT! That’s it My whore. FUCK MY FINGERS!! FUCK THEM.