They tried to convince Roger Whitney that God was white, too, just because supposedly his son was white. To which Roger replied, ‘I’m white and my...son is black!’ That was funny as hell! I hope that it’s a girl, though,” Aunt Molly laughed hard as we dried off.“Why is that?” I asked her bluntly.“So when she turns fourteen, you guys can bed the fuck out of her, too! You, Curtis, and any other men in our group. I would like to see her bred and often, too. If it’s a boy, though, I won’t mind riding. ”“Oh! Sweet! I’m the new Voldemort!” Zoë bounced and that deflated my ribs. I moaned and pushed her hand off my chest. I looked pathetically to Mom.“Uh, I’m not certain I have choice.”“You always do.” Mom said and she reached for my door to close it. “Zoë, tell Xiomara everything. If she ends up blindsided and heartbroken, I’m holding you accountable.”“What the fuck was that?” I murmured to the closed door.“Hey.” Zoë spun back to face me. “We good?”“Yeah?” I hoped. She punched me in the meat of. Apparently he was expected.However, he did not rush forward, naivety having been beaten out of himlong ago when he was just a squire. Slowly he approached, looking for thenext trap, next beast, next thing ready to kill him. But there wasnothing, just a door opening to show a well-lit stairwell of stone downwhich a a crystal voice echoed, beckoning him onwards. "Do come up to seeme, Sir Garmra."The first voice to speak his name in over a year and it was an enemy, butthen was not everyone?. He brought in a fishnet pair in red. I was really reluctant, I mean, I was a boxer guy. He was persuasive though so I finally went into the dressing room, stripped, put on the briefs and came back out. He had a Polaroid and shot some snaps. I started getting into it a bit and started teasing him. I'd pull down the briefs for a second and then back on. Strangely, I was getting turned on by this and that became apparent in what I was wearing.He came over to me and put his arm around me so I.