Doesn't that just sound nasty and wicked baby? I really hope this works."Peter said, "Why is that?"Linda said, "Well then you can see just how sopping...wet your little pussy gets all day long waiting for you to love it. I know you think I am lying, but I have so much juice coming out of my pussy I am tired of it dripping everywhere I walk. Anyway, you will see tomorrow after I wear it all day."Peter thought, "That should be interesting indeed." He said, "Well if it works that is. You know, some. The more he thought, the more he admired her tenacity. He knew perfectly well that she had been deceived and set up, but he could not get over her refusal to talk to him, and the violence of her rejection of him.He felt resentful at the loss of their relationship and of their marriage. The memory of his three years in London and on his assignments, when to all intents and purposes he was busy, successful and sexually satisfied, but where in all his quieter moments he longed for his ex-wife,. Lyana forced herself to be deaf to their cries, to the pain she heard in their voices, hearing again the pain in the screams from her village. She pulled their balls and penises from them until they were ripped off, and dropped to the ground in front of them. They screamed, and writhed, blood dripping from their groins to fall on their separated parts. She had thought she’d feel righteous, happy, vindicated… but instead she just felt sick. The day before, killing that man who’d been about to. I admit I was jealous... jealous of his success... his ability to make things happen. I convinced myself I was the smarter one and the harder worker and a damn better lawyer... and all of a sudden Michael has all the success handed to him!" Handed to him? You were married all that time and you saw how hard he worked and in fact had begun to resent his absences and you somehow think you're the harder worker? Helene, I'm going to use a non-professional term here... but that's crazy!"Helene looked.