A new erotic fantasy is born…And that’s it. The reader closes the book, thinks “that was weird” and goes about the rest of their day, probably...forgetting about the strange book by the time they get home from the raging dumpster-fire they call a life. But the magic doesn’t just end there; the next time the reader falls asleep they will be thrust into a vivid dreamscape of one of their craziest erotic fantasies come to life.The dreamer will embark upon the kind of worlds you only get to see in. .. xoxo" After breakfast and a shower I was feeling somewhat better and more energized. I had the house to myself with my mom gone till about four and my dad gone till tonight. After the usual house chores and some TV I started getting antsy. I sat back and thought of what had become of me and my mother. This all started with a legitimate medical problem. Even so it obviously turned into something more. I tried putting myself in my mother's shoes. I wondered if the tables were turned. If I had. It didn't take a seer to understand the situation in Europe was serious.Over the past year he had gathered some information on his own. He knew that the city had a fair share of people with Germanic background but he hadn't realized how many there were until his research began. One of the things that had helped him at the start was the force's history archivist. He had been partially disabled in the line of duty years ago. He had been more than happy to help out the new chief when Steven had. Lynn came in to let me know that John had called and that we should go back to the police station. We quickly told Blossom and the girls that we were going to get Erin and headed out in the SUV. It took us fifteen minutes to get downtown to the station, park and walk through the metal detectors and security. John was waiting for us.“Hi guys. Erin is going to see the judge in about twenty minutes. I just got a report on James and he is in bad shape. Erin missed his testicles when she kicked him..