Why the hell had I brought it home? What was Iexpecting? It was probably just some dumb piece of junk.I took it into the washroom and ran it under the...tap. A warm lustrousglow seemed to shine back at me as the mud and the dust fell away. Evenstill half-encrusted in grime, I couldn't help but marvel. A grin spreadacross my face. Maybe this wasn't so worthless after all.I gave the lid a tug, but it was stuck on tight. What did we have thatcould clean something like this? I ran down to the kitchen. Some had the woman laying on a bed or couch and the man was pushing his penis down her throat. In a few of the videos, the woman was sucking on one penis while she ran her hand up and down another. Katie could feel the hot feeling rising in her again as she looked at photo after photo, viewed several of the video clips. She was so caught up in what she was looking at that she didn't notice the bedroom door open. "What the fuck are you doing in here", Tyler said loudly, causing Katie to jerk her. I was led upstairs to the satisfaction of my Irish mother who herself had marks on her back from her own father's tough and unforgiving discipline, unwanted pregnancies back then brought shame and disgrace on a scale that girls were marked with a masculine brutality to keep them on the straight and narrow.Daddy was of a different ilk, he was a talker, being an educated man pointing out the if's and but's about doing certain things, and after which he would to satisfy mother's listening ears,. I’ll appeal your decision before the Higher Ethical Committee.’ ‘You won’t succeed, by the way, you are enjoined not to disrupt the experiments, so you may not try and enter the property.’ ‘I may not,’ Jane mulled, ‘But John can.’ The next morning John waited for the five shapeshifters, dressed like business men, to assemble at the property gate, and introduced himself as a metapsychics enthusiast who had read an article the local newspaper had devoted to them a few years ago. ‘Dear sir, we.