I realize now that she is a ghost and I feel pity for her. I tear my eyes away, tears threatening my edges before I am promptly returned back to the p...esent. I am at a loss for words. All of those innocent people dead, and for what reason I do not know. I have to choke back some vomit before I notice she is staring at me expectantly. I inquire, "Why are you here and they aren't?" She looks at me with such sorrow that it snaps one of my heart strings and I can't but feel sorry for her. "They've. This is just a message telling you that this story will be a bit different that my other ones. This one will be as realistic as possible, so magic and tentacles will be on the bench for the foreseeable future. I wanted to try something less mystic-y and more my style. I encourage you to create new paths for this story, it will make it more fun and interesting.I woke up. I lazily smacked the snooze button on my alarm clock and stretched out my arms. It was the first day of my final year of. George got up and walked over to get a closer look. That’s when he first recognized me.“Well, I’ll be God damned. Is this for real? Are you really going along with this?”I nodded my head, trying to look shy. Dana stepped close again and reached around me, her hand slid into my panties. I squirmed lightly as she began rubbing my pussy.“Oh yeah,” she said looking at her husband, “she’s all warmed up and ready. What do you say, George, you want her?”She pulled off my hat, allowing my hair the fall. Folks, there are human beings out there who are so innately evil they’re almost inhuman. They’re called sociopaths. Men and women born with no conscience whatsoever. And they’re everywhere. They’re in every race and culture. Every background. They’re smart, charming, ruthless and manipulative. And guess which race has the largest numbers of sociopaths? Caucasians. The sociopaths have long been the rulers of Europe’s nations and the conquerors of the Middle East, Asia and the Americas. Their.