As he does, Detective Harris screams: ?Don?t make a move!!??Please, detective, if you?ll just let me show you...??I don?t need to see anything!!?Turne... realizes that he seems to have the detective on his side. WhenSinclair digs the gun further into the side of his head, he decides tokick his act up a notch.He screams in falsetto, playing perfectly the part of the hystericaldamsel in distress. ?Help! Someone help me! Save me!!?As Turner?s high-pitched screams echo around the bathroom,. She cried out, ‘I seek revenge on those who stole my boy from me!’ A wind kicked up. It was closer now. She could feel it barreling towards her as the dry leaves of the forest floor spun and flew into the air. She felt something wet under her hands, slick against the rough bark. Her hands were covered in blood. She stepped back and gasped as the old oak tree bled steadily from a thousand wounds. The unnatural stigmata the woods displayed marked her flesh as she tried to speak again. ‘Join us,’. She hears my shoes swish against the carpet as I move behind her, getting closer with each step, my body heat warming her skin where I almost touch her. Wendy wants to turn to me, to see me as I look at her. The look in my eyes as I gaze at her body making her feel beautiful.Wendy feels a slight breeze along her back as I turn away from her, hearing me opening a drawer. She trembles, her body already amazingly sensitive, I have yet touched her. She feels me behind her again, my body radiating. The girls seemed content to just see their bikes before I hauled them up to the cabin to be stored until after all the babies were born.When I ambled back in the kitchen, Sarah, Linda and Jamie were all watching me with the strangest look on their faces. They also kept looking at Mary, then back at me. Mary was struggling to suppress a case of the giggles.“What?” I asked, chuckling.Sarah sighed, pointing at Jamie and Linda, “We just can’t get enough cum! The three of us sucked poor Bob and Greg.