Her look was as if someone had farted in front of her. Lisa snatched the paper and said, "Holy crap!" She read the story as I looked over her shoulder... I could only clearly read the headline but it was enough along with the sub heading. It read, "Heiress coed saved by her lottery winning man. Ability with a gun a key factor is preventing further loss of life." This one is a little better." I said. "At least it absolves me in the court of public opinion. That makes it almost impossible to indict. He tried to hold it in his hand, but each time, the red monster shrank out of his grasp. Then suddenly, Joe felt himself hiccup. First once and then again. The motion seemed to move throughout his entire body, focusing most strongly at...oh no! Below his penis, Joe could no longer feel the hard testicles that had once held his family seed. A flab of skin where they once resided was the only thing left and even as his penis continued to shrink, Joe could feel this took begin to pull up into his. I cut the girl loose and pulled her out of the back of the tent and then ran, her wrist in my grip, until I was sure we were clear of the fire light. She was almost buck naked and blood spattered. She fell once, cried out and I shushed her. We found her sister where I had left her, and they embraced. I gave her my hunting shirt to wear over her torn shift. It covered her to the knees, and she almost laughed when she waved the long sleeves into which her hands had disappeared. She wiped some of. " Well how do you plan on spending that time?" By killing."Eleanor lost her smile. "Why? Why do you have to kill?" For vengeance, for punishment." But the people you killed at that party have done nothing to you."Carter stared deep into her eyes before speaking. "They are all guilty, but not for any crimes against me." But you don't need to kill. I know you're mind is sick, but if you can get the right medicine, you won't be tormented by those voices anymore. You don't have to live and die this.