” “Oh boy, it must suck.”“Yes it does.”“So how do you take care of yourself?” She asked and I wasn't exactly she was talking about.“I�...�m not sure if I understand your question” I said as I looked at her“Well a teenager like you and your hormones must be asking you for some form of pleasure, it’s only natural that you’d want to.” She said as she looked at me with a serious look on her face“I guess I don’t.” I told her. I surprised that she would even ask such a question.“Well that’s too bad. . She licks her lips. I look into her eyes and am pleased with my progress. I walk around and feel her pussy, it's wet, but not as wet as I'd like."Don't I make you wet?" She responds, "Yes Daddy you do. But..." She wants to continue but knows she shouldn't. "But what my pet?" "Daddy, I get so much wetter when I touch it, when I can feel it, when I can see it."I grin, my work is progressing nicely. Her body desires mine, she craves for my touch, my presence, my being. She becomes aroused. The turmoil of being passedfrom home to home...the loneliness of being alone in the world at 16. Itold myself I was sparing her any more pain and would live a far happierlife than she would have ever been capable of living.I never could have shot the girl at point-blank range, stabbed her todeath or clubbed her; so, in my mind, I wasn't a killer, but of course Ireally was. But it would be years before I could admit that to myself;right now, I was totally consumed by getting my new life as a. At 250 yards they could see it wasn't the welcome wagon, there were five of them, with the same three sharp clubs. Jose muttered a prayer to the Virgin, placed the nitro pellet in the pocket of his David's sling, and gently whirled it around his head, faster and faster. The force wasn't ever jolting enough to set off the nitro, except for when it landed right between the front wheels of the oncomming buggy and its empty trailer, hopeful for stolen water. The silent power of the explosion raised.