And you're right, this is non-brain based consciousness now. It does exist. I think, therefore I am. To experience is to believe. In the end, we must ...rust our own minds..." Kalea... How are you a mother to the Ring?" Oh... The proof is sound. The Ring sang it to me. Long strings of mathematical numbers that I wove into songs as a child, only in my mind. I never told anyone. My classmates would have mocked me... They're the key to decrypting X-tree, all of it... The Ring created X-tree... I. Hartwell. She actually looked at me, met my eyes, and clasped her hands together begging. She may have seen me take down all those deputies, and though she didn’t doubt her husband was a capable man, she didn’t want me to harm him.As far as I was concerned, I would only hurt him if he didn’t get the message.Mr. Hartwell was only a few feet away when I decided on how to handle this. I cast my personal shield on myself and held out my hand to shake. “Hello, Mr. Hartwell.”He stopped in front of me. The 24” long Swirl Anal Snake was only 1” thick. His intestines could handle that, surely! Besides, the snake was amazingly flexible.“Jesus, Matthew. You got a 2’ long cock up your ass.” Despite the potential horror, he laughed throatily.It was 1:47 am. Matthew had fucked himself with the 6 other dildos, preparing and teasing himself for the Anal Snake. He correctly guessed that he was the only 11h grader at HCPS who had ever fucked himself with 6 assorted dildos, then put an Anal Snake up his. Although I did remember having an erection, I contributed this tomy girlfriend's naked body. But now, being in one room with all theseclothes, my mind wondered. I laid in bed, waiting to fall asleep but thethought of the stuffed closet kept me conscience.I got out of bed and opened the closet. The sound of the door and hangersannoyed me, as it possibly could be heard in the third bedroom, wherethe landlady had hers.And yes indeed, Bertha was a light sleeper and the unmistakable sound ofopening.