My grandmother was in the kitchen cooking, as always. My cousins, aunts, and uncles were all around the house.“Hey, daddy,” I said as we walked in...“Hello, princess,” he replied.“Hi, Mr. Smith,” EJ said awkwardly.“Elijah,” Daddy said holding out his hand. “How are you?”“Fine, sir,” EJ replied. “And you?”“Good, thanks,” he said.We had a conversation with him, then ate what grandma had made to eat.The next day, we were still at my grandmother's house. EJ had to stay in the living room.EJ and I sat. He would have to get his eunuch to bribe the Emir's Chief Eunuch to tell him where to obtain it. If he simply asked himself he would be given a small supply and told to mind his own business; told with infinite politeness, but told nevertheless.After his bath, attended by two bath girls who were completely cut and exhibited no trace of a vagina, or even a scar, he slipped into bed and waited. He had brought with him a new toy he wished to try out before offering it to his host on the morrow.It. ‘I cannot take this much more,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘That’s f-fine. I couldn’t take much more 10 minutes ago.’ The pillaged elf had a look of bliss on her face as her head hung down and drool escaped past her lips. ‘Well if that’s the case…’ Navrin let the flood gates come down, causing wave after wave of hot gooey jizz to spurt out of his cock and into the redheaded guard his shafts were lodged into. The fluid gushed out like a roaring river, coating the girl’s insides and filling. Most of the jurors were bored to tears. Ralph enjoyed the verbal sparring between the polished prosecutors and the well-spoken defense attorneys. He had no doubt that it all had some purpose in their game plan, but Ralph knew it was not endearing the defense team to the jury or to the judge who was on the verge of apoplexy.Ralph spent his time studying the defendant.Winston Sullivan III didn’t look well suited to the role of a cold-blooded murderer.Actually, that was strongly in his favor..