"What's it going to do with her?"I looked up to say, "Him too please, angel."Another angel appeared, and repeated the process with the male reporter. ...e repeated his part of the process by screaming. My cover story required me to be unhappy about dying. It was an easy act and I didn't mind at all that reporters were the unwitting and unwitted victims of my unhappiness.In the silence after his departure, I said, "As I was saying, I have to die today to keep my bargain with God, otherwise He. Impulses. I don’t know where they’re coming from. Also, I’m tired,” Caine tried to explain. He wasn’t the best with words under any circumstances, and this was even worse than usual.“Me too,” Tonya said with a small frown. “What kind of feelings?”Caine sighed. He knew she was going to ask, but hoped she wouldn’t. “Sex… stuff. Can we not talk about it?”“Sex stuff is my favorite subject,” she said with a half-smile. Her heart wasn’t in it though.“It isn’t mine,” Caine shook his head. “I don’t. I motioned Pam over to me and I told her that after she massages mom’s arms and legs, I want to be more aggressive with her massage on mom’s breasts and pussy. I also told her to suck on mom’s nipples for a while and also to suck on mom’s pussy lips and clit; and when she cums I want you to suck all of her cum and swallow it; you’ll love the taste.”Without any hesitation Pam did exactly as I had instructed. Pam sucked on mom’s breasts and she did it in a loving way; then she started roughly. As he sat at his vanity mirror withthe glamour lighting strip and brushed his hair, he wondered whether hewould ever be accepted by his classmates as the young man that he was.He tied his long hair into a low ponytail and went to make himself a tea.He thought better with tea. Chamomile tea. From France. He sat on the lovechair and petted his mommy's cat, Ms. Pussykins, sipped his tea, andsucked his thumb.He'd get them back! He'd make them pay! They'd see! They never bother himever again He.