There's a suggestion that my Prince is supposed to be Jesus,i think, but she's trying to put it into a way that i'd accept & findcomforting. The way t...ey see it, they are playing into my disturbedfantasies of being a girl--they are being Christian about my execution,you could say, & if you consider it that way, it is a form of mercy thatthey're showing me.And that's the way i die...with this woman softly telling me what a prettygirl i am, how sweet i look, how pretty my toes are, how my. I don’t know what’s come over me.”Claire leaned over and sniffed the plant, as Sandy looked on in horror. “Fuck me, Sandy, it smells like cunt!” As if to test the assertion, Claire ran a finger down the stem of the plant and held the finger to her nose and inhaled deeply. Then, to confirm her suspension, licked the tip of her moist finger. “It is cunt juice. Your plant is smothered in cunt juice.” Claire eyed Sandy suspiciously.Sandy was taken aback. She had never once ever heard Claire say. " None of this made any sense to Bronson, who prided himself on his knowledge of human behavior. In the bayou, it could make the difference between living another day and becoming a fillet. "Pasquale, is Freddie making this shit up?" There was no answer. Bronson steeled himself and looked upward once more. Freddie was sprawled across the limb with his eyes bulging and his tongue hanging out. It would have been a pitiful sight under any circumstance, but it was especially so when the tongue in. " I know I was wrong. Now come here. I want to kiss you."He grabbed her pulling her to him. Her little body was quickly embraced by his strong hold. She leaned her head on his chest and sighed. She didn't know what she would without him. The past six months had been a whirlwind of events. She'd quickly fallen in love with him and gotten so attached. He was charming, smart, sweet, sexy and probably the best lover she'd had since Nathan."Don't scare me like that again. Now let's eat I'm.