Thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc11/torres1.txthttp://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc29/ward4d.txthttp://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/1misc29/smotherhigh...txtWith that in mind, I have decided to write a story based on his themes. Like his stories, terms such as young boy or girl do not denote a certain age.The Smothering of SashaLittle Sasha sat at the back of the Blue Velvet Victims transport bus, along with a few other boys and girls. Throughout much of the ride, the van would periodically stop. When I returned home from work however, Linda reaped the benefit of Rebecca’s teasing behavior in a big way. Chris later told me that Rebecca had been particularly energetic in her lovemaking that night as well.Tuesday morning I was almost trembling with anticipation of what naughty thing Rebecca would do today while her husband’s back was turned but I had no idea what was in store.Once again Chris and I were eating waffles and Rebecca again sat up on the breakfast bar behind him. This time. I set about charging the phones. I set aside two bricks to take out the transformer and a two quarter-bricks to take out a secure door and the phone/data feed to the building.The big day rolled around. I washed my hands in easy-off oven cleaner until they were slippery and a bit sore to get rid of my fingerprints, washed up then took a taxi to a block away from the u-haul place. I paid in cash. After it grew dark I broke into the business with the lock pick gun, found a key that matched one of. "Weren't you going to the airport? How long were you home for?"Ah, that was it. Here I could either tell the truth and embarrass them both, or I could just lie. "I'd just got home from the Joe's (the mechanic), something's wrong with the car," she wasn't looking at me, but Trissa was. "You must have been in the shower when I came in."My daughter sighed in relief, but Trissa caught me with those pretty brown eyes of hers, and she smiled a knowing smile. "I'd rather you didn't raid our toy box in.