I.'s, golems, zombies, barbarians, fish-men, karate babes,and tentacled horrors that looked like seafood gone bad. An attacklike this had to mean mat...icide. I could hardly conceive that any boy,even driven mad, could have worked up so much hated against his ownmother.I staggered the horde with a crackling surge of magic as I sprang outof hiding. "Mantra!" he yelled. "Damn you! You tricked me again!"The tulpa warriors rallied and came on in ragged disorder. I fell backamong my comrades and. My sister dropped me off at the house and I told her to get lost my husband was at work so I know I had at least six hours until my k** and husband would get home I took him down to the family room and he bent me over the back of the couch and I spread my legs and wide as I could get them because I know how big his dick was and I was going to be hurting. My pussy was so wet it went in easy but took a minute to get it all in. He made me cum immediately That was the first time a dick give you. A bad cow.”“I’m sorry.”“Moo for me, like a good cow. Prove you are sorry.”Lotte was frozen, unsure that she had understood.”“Moo for me or you will feel my fist, my girl.”Lotte then did her best, emitting a series of mooing sounds, like a cow, until Kiffi was satisfied.He laughed and told her to stop, reaching out for her small but plump breasts, and starting to squeeze them. To begin with, his squeezing was exploratory but then became a punishment, he squeezing so hard and roughly that Lotte. No murder weapon. The defense would call it, not incorrectly, a fishing expedition.I looked it up in the law library. The legal rationale for the arrest wasn’t 100% clear, but a ruling from the U. S. Court of Appeals for the First Circuit might give Sandra some cover under the exigent circumstances rules.Left unspoken was the toxic atmosphere in DC. With prominent members of the executive and legislative branches engaged in relentless verbal attacks on federal law enforcement ... well, the FBI.