Sleep becomes the dream and food a nightmare. Smell is more used than sight and hearing is God.Then the fun starts...You grow up in the racist sixties...in the Deep South, you're raped by your stepfather and it's your fault because you're different. You have a roll of dimes taped tight that makes hitting lethal and you learn to use a knife. You never smile or laugh or cry and when your so-called parents walk out you know it's your fault. From the start you can't understand the games boys play.... "You will fill me. Fill me, Brian."I filled her first with my tongue and when I'd had my fill of her juices, I filled her with my cock. Her hymen had been mostly intact and had torn quickly. She gasped and then wrapped her arms around my neck to hold me while she kissed me thoroughly."This. Yes, this," she whispered. "Now and always."Cassie and I picked up Geoff, Kevin, and Robyn Saturday at noon. After hugs and Merry Christmas greetings, we were off toward the ranch. Kevin jumped in the front. Mahlon never learned how to talk to a pagan without the pagan getting bored. The High Priest of Chemosh walked to the podium and shouted to the elders and the rabble who had gathered to hear the debate. ‘Hear me, oh men of Beit-Baal-Peor! See how these miserable Israelites blaspheme Chemosh by asserting that their god is the True God and that, furthermore, this invisible god is the only one in the god business. Can a god that can’t be seen have any authority upon those who possess vision? You. Do you understand?"With that remembrance, and the sound of David coming down the stairs, Sharon tossed the blanket aside, jumped out of bed, went to the corner and splashed some of her clean water on her face, and hurried to the kneeling pad. She was in position, with plenty of time to spare, when David reached the bottom step and moved into her line of vision."Well, little child, I see that you have remembered your lesson well," he said as he stepped into the doorway, stopping about a foot.