On the one, I saw a hooded figure standing outside the door of my wife's cell. She was still curled on the bench, her back to the camera, her clothes ...oaked from the waist down with the ooze from her brutalized asshole. On the other monitor, the crowd had grown to about a hundred. There was a line of about eight Enforcers in a ring around the pole, keeping the crowd back. Just like at a rock concert. My wife was going to be fuckin' famous. Fuckin' famous. I laughed at that. I told him that a. For a lower class church its well taken care of, either a great deal of donations in time and work or money. Gomez himself is in simple priest fare with the all black and white collar. “So you come to my church for clarity or because it’s where the police were called after I found that young man,” Father Gomez asks with a good intuition. “A little of both, when you first approached him you did you notice anything about him that was more out of the ordinary than usual for the situation,” I ask. ”Right then, we reached my place. I said to Isha, “If you want my cock to be in your pussy, then you have to take that bra off and come with just your top covering your boobs. Let everyone notice how hard your nipples have gotten.”Isha just took her bra off in the car and got out starting to walk while holding her bra in her hand. I loved how confident she was with her body and her sexuality. It just turned me on that much more seeing her walk that way.The moment we got in my room, I shut the. Philosophers for centuries tried to get inside a woman’s mind, only to find themselves maddened at the prospect. All that philosophy and what we got to show for it? Nada, zip, zilch. Only wonderful sayings like, ‘Hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned.’ ‘I’ve got PMS and I’m not afraid to use it.’ And ‘Life’s a bitch, then you marry one.’ Heh, soon to be followed by another popular bumper sticker, ‘Shit happens.’ * * * * * The Teenager’s Monologue, by Trey Smith. (Stands from chair,.