I don’t know my mother, I have never met her and she can’t come close to my dad and I.”“Sicko!” spat the blonde and walked away with her fri...nd.I got up and brushed some grass off my pants and then went over to the cafeteria for a soggy sandwich and a drink. It felt like everyone was staring at me. Maybe they were maybe not, but the shit that had happened to my dad and which I was result of, could make anyone paranoid. It had followed me as far back as I could remember and there was no way I. December 7th 2007The Diary of James McCarthy.That's right, you bastards, James McCarthy, not dammed Amber Foyle, thepretty young woman that the government wanted me to become. James McCarthythe murderer, one of the three strong gang who aged only ten, kicked andbeat and finally stabbed the five year old Katie Garrett with a brokenbottle when he was aged only ten years old. Except that I'm not guilty.You hear me-not guilty. The other two fitted me up to ruin my life, todrag me down with them. How do they manage to weld it when they covered up both sides?The windows had bars on them that we could remove from the inside in case of an emergency. All the room’s walls had three layers of the honeycomb lattice as was inside the door. Upon looking further, I noticed each honeycomb energy running through it.Will trying to cut through it set off alarms, fry whoever tries to cut it, or both?When we had everything put down in the room, April squirmed and gave a soft cry to get my attention.. Suddenly, I saw Sarah in a completely different light. The thin material clung to her pussy snugly, not hiding a single detail. Her engorged labia appeared spread as the fabric showed the fold of her skin, and I could have sworn that even her clit was outlined. I’d never seen my sister in that thong, and now I wanted to, because the garment was woven from some kind of fibre that almost looked translucent. It took nothing to see that Sarah had shaved her pussy so that it was completely bald. The.