You could say that she and I share the same sort of intuitive powers." "You mean, it's sort of like birds of a feather?" "You know, it's funny that yo... should say that, Karen..."*** "So, it's true. Danielle is the Messiah." Karen was not at all happy with the implications embroiled within that simple statement of hers. "No... not necessarily," Mickey, having just planted another tender kiss on the back of Karen's hand, thoughtfully replied. "However, she does have the potential for that. "Austin," she lied."Ha!" His grin grew even broader - a feat she would have thoughtimpossible - as he said, "I'm from Dripping!"Of course you are, she told herself, as she silently recited his streetand house number. She pictured the Hill Country town of Dripping Springs,the rambling fieldstone house where he'd grown up with three brothers anda sister, the rock-strewn soil patch his parents called a front yard, thegnarled live oaks and scrub mesquite and, just beyond their front gate,the. The man grabbed my mom and me by the hair, and guided pushed our faces together and onto his massive cock. "Take of my pants, you little whores!" My mother looked at me, smiled, and did what was requested. I copied her."Now suck my dick, bitch!" The man forced his cock into my mom's throat. I just looked in awe. "What the fuck are you looking at? Lick my balls! Now!" He slapped my face as he said this, giving my a massive boner. I started by licking his balls.The man was enjoying himself. After. "Is he well?"She nodded, going back to work on my waist buttons as I pulled off my boots. "He rides almost every day and drinks a bottle of port almost every night, falls asleep in his chair and two servants carry him up to his bed. He wakes to piss and that's when he sometimes visits me, if he remembers I exist." Poor child," I said, pulling my shirt over my head."Oh," she said, hand to her mouth as she looked at my scarred and hairy body.I turned back the quilt, and helped her up to the.