Skin Cancer. And all that jazz. Across the world, men and women died. The Gods had no idea. And I rejoiced. Killing Humans always makes me happy. I th...nk it’s an acquired taste. Some soldiers, policemen and virtually all Serial Killers know exactly what I am talking about. The Power wielded in the act of killing. It’s addictive. I ought to know. Across the world, I continued to encourage the Humans to destroy themselves. I set nation against nation. I encouraged the nations of the Middle East. It was a fact that Theresa had learned over long years in her trade. “The guilty wife was far more vulnerable than the faithful spouse.” She had no moral high ground to stand on and no right even to complain. Yet, her pain was no less.“And, he sees this woman on a regular basis?” Susan asked.“Two and three times a week,” Theresa responded.“You say here that the relationship seems serious on her side. Can I ask how you reached that conclusion?”“She’s twenty-seven and, as far as I have been able. I put on a show for him, wiggling my bare ass & moving my legs, which, by the way, look hella fine in high heels! I felt his body pressing up on me from behind, and his big strong hands feeling up and down my bare legs. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear in a deep voice that ran shivers through me, "I wanna fuck you, baby." He had me up against he video screen. Now his big hands were cuppin' my bare tits and his erection was sliding up and down the crack of my buttocks. My mind was. I unboxed everything and felt the touch of all the soft materials, smelled them, and tried them all on. When I did not fit into some of the dresses, I was disappointed, but I decided to have them exchanged was. For the sarees, I was going to need blouses, so I went to a local shop nearby and searched for some readymade blouses. None of the blouses they had were of my size, but I finally found one which I could have altered.When the tailor asked me for the measurements for alteration, I asked.