For that matter,so is virtue or evil or religion or justice. They're all masks. What arewe left with but laughter and madness, and is there any end or...depth tothe madness in which we can plunge? I haven't found any. This made melaugh and laugh, my famous laugh. My laughter made the world tremble.Well, it should. As well it should - after all, I'm the famous Joker. I'mMadness, Madness Incarnate.The crazy fools keep trying to 'cure' me, sending me to Arkham. They mustrealize there's no cure for. My tongue had learned how to move around in her pussy even more, and it was getting much easier to find that magic spot. Stacey had become very quiet except for little squeaks that happened when I hit the spot. I decided it was time to find out what happened when I put together everything I'd just learned. I pulled my tongue out of her pussy quickly, and heard a little gasp and moan, maybe of disappointment, and slid quickly up her slit to find that her clit was very easy to find. It was. His family fled the Republic of South Africa because the racist white government harassed any black person who refused to bow to their tyranny. I considered myself lucky to have been born in America. And I had wealthy parents. Most African-Americans didn’t have the opportunities I had. Wealth and power insulated me from the effects of racism. And my father had an army of lawyers waiting in the wings should anyone dare mistreat me in any way. Angelo didn’t have such luxuries. I grew up in a. Michael kissed her lips for several tender seconds before pulling away and staring into her deep green eyes.”Regrets?” He asked softly. Pushing an unruly dark curl out of her face and tucking it behind her ear.Sarah stared at him with confusion. “W-What?”“Are you having regrets, about last night,…and this morning?” he waited patiently, his heart in his throat as he prepared himself to face her disappointment, her regrets over giving him the gift of her virginity, the gift that he had taken.