"A raid at a suspected SCOPE operation. She died immediately, it says. A shot to the head."Neither Downs nor Barnes heard the collective gasp. They di... not realize that no one was making a sound and their conversation could be heard.Barnes asked the next question, "They get the fuckers?"Downs read the paper and nodded.There was also a bit of talking. I wondered if some of it was to cover up the conversation that was happening here."There were three kids there," he said. He looked up at her and. How the hell would he hear anything with the water rushing around his head and over his ears?In the bedroom, as he stepped into his blue cotton pants, he looked at the bed. If he cut away the first two days of the past three hundred and sixty-five, he maintained lurid memories of the luscious, lascivious evenings he had spent with an assortment of willing and, in the end, grateful, beauties.He could never get through more than two days without dipping the solid concrete of his priapic organ. I had to drop studies and I stared earning and days passed like this my mom use to work and we both earned money and days passed like this but one day as I was getting ready for the job and mom too she was changing clothes and I saw her naked and I was stunned to see her boobs they were big and were almost out of bra I wanted badly to touch them but I knew I cant so I went to bathroom and masturbated twice and I wanted that someone should fuck her badly or wanted to see her raped and from that. I can see the need for wrestler nannies and sumo bodyguards as I grew (I forgot to mention my parents were quite well off?) But was there really a need for weighted braces and the constant injections to debilitate me? I was told since I could remember that I was weak, and the braces helped me to stand, and the injections helped me with my weakness. It was harped constantly that I needed to focus on my intellect and my spiritual development, to offset my physical defects.I suppose I was grateful.