She capped off the mascara and dropped it into my lap."It's yours," she said."What? Why?" I said."How else are you going to start down the path of bec...ming a trap?" saidMomoko."I'm not -- " Here, keep the eyeliner pencil too."She dropped the pencil into my lap."I'm not taking all this with me," I said."Well, I'm not keeping it," said Momoko, brightly.I sighed."All you need now is something for your lips," said Momoko.Momoko had a few tubes of lipstick, but settled on a light one."It's better if. But as with all men, the elder Gable's time had finally come toan end and the family fortune went to his only son, the younger Gable.But unlike his predecessors who had worked at creating the wealth, theyounger Gable seemed more interested in spending it. He had alreadydonated several million to various charities. Preston had not believed the elder Gable at first, thinking itthe ramblings of a drunken old man or some superstition which had beenpassed down from father to son. Preston had never. "What sweet revenge, you are totally helpless and I can do anything Iwant with you." She lifted the baby up above her head and the look offear returned to the baby's eyes."I love my new body; I just hope you will be as pleased with yours." Shepulled the baby to her and cuddled it, patting its nappied bottom."I wonder if you have wet or messed yourself yet Trevor, it's only amatter of time." The baby began to cry and she cradled it against herbreast, rocking it from side to side. The baby's. But Dante wrote that the deepest part of Hell was also the coldest, reserved for those like Satan, Brutus and Judas. And it was the author Conan Doyle, I believe, who wrote, 'Revenge is a dish best served cold'. Can you imagine, then, the consequences when Hell freezes over, and a fallen woman becomes a Gaspar?" Dobie shuddered.Notebook in hand, Gaspar got up from his school desk. Dobie eyed him as he said, "And how is Gaspar planning on getting his revenge on the one who is now reduced to.