As I picked up my toothbrush I flex my arm, hoping to see some progress from my, admittedly flaky, gym schedule. A microscopic bump formed where the b...cep should have been. "Whatever," I mumble just before I spit into the sink.There was a knock at the door. "It's gotta be Sandy," I thought. Opening the door revealed the amber-colored pixie hair of a short and skinny girl, wearing a ratty long-sleeve shirt over a tank top covering her modest A-cups. Below the belt she was wearing some black. Helga was right behind. Nicole and I were there 10 seconds later. Helga opened up with the punt gun and decapitated Morgan. Ziller and Kong both hit Molly. Ziller bit Molly in the jugular vein and the neckbone. Kong hit the carotid artery. The punt gun had only one shot, but Helga hit Billie in the chest with all her weight and Helga kept hitting Billie. Helga had broke Billie's ribs and punctured Billie's lungs and heart. Helga had beat Billie to death. I heard on the radio that back up was on. He wasn't sure he could handle her, but he was willing to give it the old college try. "So you two are lovers? Well, guess I can share if Aggie does..."Aggie and Christina smiled and looked at each other silently. Then they both jumped Lars, taking him to the floor. They kissed his chest while their hands stroked his half-erect shaft. Aggie and Christina kissed over his chest, giving him a close-up view of their tongues dancing. They both bent down to his cock and he felt two very different. To evoke such a feeling of compassion was a violation as despicable as that of those others, and perhaps even more so! I wanted to kick him. To scream and punch. To hurt him in every possible way. He looked up then and met my eyes. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew a folded photograph. He looked at it with loving melancholy and held it for me to see. I wanted to turn away, to deny him the satisfaction, but I was unable. Instead I saw a fading image of a young lady, close in age to me, with.