If she dies, she dies.”“That’s pretty cold.”She looked up from the baby, “I’ve watched more women die in my life than you will likely meet...in yours. For you and for him,” she nodded towards the door, “it may be a terrible thing. For me, it’s just another day.”“Someone once told me that if I became a mage I would become numb to killing people, I haven’t killed anyone yet and never want to. The thought terrifies me already and your lack of caring for her life is not helping.”“I’m not here to help. .. Him. There was nothing dull about the meetings with him. As long as she could remember, Brenda had had fantasies involving strong men. When she was younger she dreamed of being swept off her feet. As she grew older the fantasies changed to being taken by a man. She never thought she could tell anyone how she felt, certainly not her husband. Then she told Him. He questioned her about the specific details of her fantasies. Embarrassed about what she really wanted, Brenda tried to be vague.. I could hear Lee talking dirty to Mary. Telling her how this was his pussy now and how he wanted her when ever and were ever he wanted her. As I looked in to hear her response. She was on her knees with both hands on his cock. Stroking and sucking his hard cock. Lee pulled her head away and said did you hear me. He said when I ask who's pussy this is you say yours daddy. He stuck his cock back in her mouth. Then he pulled it out. He teased her with his cock putting it in and taking it out. By. Escape routes. Possible threats. Paulus Hooke had survived this long because he treated the world as a combat zone. Observers would have called him overly cautious. A psychologist would have called him a paranoid psychotic.Arriving at her apartment door, Hooke ran his hand over his hair to make sure it was neat before he rang the doorbell. Felicia answered immediately."Hello. I've been expecting you."He pushed the door open and stepped inside without answering her. Hooke closed the door behind.