Chair legs. Not on weapons, or tools, or something important, but ... chairs. The seats themselves were some sort of fabric, although nothing she coul... identify. It was smooth, seemingly without threads. The frame, though, was made of metal rods, attached with some sort of fastener that let the chair fold up flat. Amazing! Almost as amazing as the buildings around them. They, too, had metal. Large sheets, along with other materials she could only guess at. They had the look of structures made. So be it- death is but an illusion. I concede- neither an illusion nor a believer be. ‘Hush little one- for those bad, bad men are many miles from here’ The saintly woman cried. The corpse was rotted and its putrid smell inflamed the very last of our senses. Yet tears are not to be shed for what remains of this, the last remnants of our humanity- for the child has no conception of pain. (Not then and not now) For on bended knee their faith is never in doubt, never in question. No pain is. 4 The Night (Part 3)Later Matti told me his nightly adventures. But first I must tell some details about Jenny, Masha’s younger sister. She’s 18 years old and in the last class at highschool. Masha told me that she has had one bad experience with her first boyfriend and has no other one ever after. Jenny is a cute girl with short blonde hair and as I must say with a model shaped body, long legs, muscular but not too much, small breasts and a face with an always winning smile. Maybe the four of. “That’s because we love dressing sexy for you Daddy,” Allison cuddled close to him, allowing an easy view of her breasts in her low-cut top. Claudia joined his other side as he viewed her full, deep cleavage.Dan was about to back the Caddy out of the driveway and looked in the rear-view mirror and joked, “I may as well take the front seat out of the car since you two always ride in the back together.” Tops removed, as usual, they exchanged passionate kisses and caresses of their tits.Tops were.