He wore a white uniform with a matching cap on his shaved-smooth head. He had ebony skin, his eyes so dark. His uniform almost glowed about him, so br...ght compared to his skin.“Alexandra?” he groaned, his eyes flicking to Mommy. “Mrs. Powell, what?”Mommy rolled over onto her hands and knees, her large breast jiggling, her loose, blonde hair falling about her face as she crawled across the bed. I smiled, staring at her ass and her blonde bush peeking between thighs as she reached the end of the. She wasn’t sure she would be ready to have Ron take her that way that soon, and it wouldn’t be fair to let anyone other than Ron do that first, especially given his recent interest. She wondered if she should ask about it. It seemed like the other girls were all pretty comfortable with it, but she was unsure what or how to ask, and she didn’t want to look foolish. She’d already done that with her ‘fucking my mouth’ comment. It was probably a bit over the top, or at least for her it was over. Teenagers and college students cheered at Manson's homilies and entered the Goth culture to their parents' dismay. The press regularly swamped Manson with rumors about kinky sex, drugs and other indignities, increasing his infamy as the rock star refused to deny anything. He also appeared to ignore the scandals' other effects on his life."I've been engaged twice and married once," Manson told Evan when she asked after he bought her a drink at Tech Noir. "Both my wives were very kinky and in. Dusty, dirty, obviously tired. They must have traveled all night to get to the cabin. So, I knew they had to be exhausted.I could see the hate and anger in his eyes and hear it in his voice. But because his hands were empty, I knew that his piece was in his back. If he made any move that way, I would have to get... Oh shit, where is my .45? last I saw Suzy had it. The Winchester was on the living room table. I was unarmed. This was not good.With probably the most menacing smile and venom.