The charred and mutilated corpses lay strewn on the ground, their meat prey to the scavengers, winged or quadruped or sometimes walking on two legs, l...mbs were torn or cut off, bones were dragged away to hidden feeding places, cracked by sharp teeth, the remains diligently picked clean by insects, and finally, as the years went by, they sank into the earth they had come from, and which took them in again. There was no question, after the worst of the rage had exhausted itself, of ever. He’s been there for all my breakups, including my marriage 25 years ago. Bert also pointed me in the direction of the girls who might be willing to fuck or might be willing to earn a few bucks fucking. I rarely went a week without getting laid, single or not. Oh, I could get girlfriends, working as a Hockey Coach, I keep in good shape – but in the time since breakup and new girlfriend, I didn’t like to go without. Yeah, I’m a horndog, sue me. Anyway, I’m nursing this beer and thinking about. My Aunt Betsy lived about two hours drive away from my home town. She introduced me to Betty when I stayed with her during a summer break, at the end of my junior year at the university.Betty was one of the prettiest girls I'd ever laid eyes on. She was brunette, well proportioned and well endowed with her size 38 bustline. Her hips had a very seductive and rhythmic sway as she walked. To say she was a knockout was an understatement. Her legs were quite shapely, like those of a model.Betty. “I have been thinking of expanding my library with some more modern volumes. Sir Walter Scott, the latest Jane Austen, that sort of thing.”“Jane Austen?” questioned the mystery woman, with mild incredulity. “Since when have you taken an interest in Jane Austen? Come to think of it, since when have you kept this place so clean? You have another girl here, don’t you?”“It’s not what you think Agnes,” said The Beast, guiltily.“Oh no?” Agnes’ tone elevated scepticism to an art form. “Then what, pray.