He rushed in, unannounced when he saw the bashed in door. He saw Mr. Stonebergger on the floor with his head twisted at an impossible angle and knew i...mediately that the man was dead.Mrs. Stonebergger, who was sobbing quietly, had what appeared to be a broken arm and was otherwise badly battered and bruised. Betty's dress had somehow been torn and ripped with the top of it hanging below her waist, just her chemise and corset covering her above the waist. She was also quite battered and bruised. The breaker box was in the basement. Someone was in the house.Lisa reached out in the dark and put her hands on her son’s shoulders. “Here. Take my hand.”Lisa noticed that her son squeezed her hand a bit tighter than required, “Try to relax. It’s all going to be ok. It’s probably someone’s idea of a joke. But just in case, let’s get to my bedroom. Your dad keeps a pistol in the bed stand.”Still holding hands, Lisa slowly opened the door and she and Josh made their way down the hallway to her. For some inexplicable reason she took perverse pleasure in the irony of her husband looking on as another man attempted to impregnate her. Whenever possible she would turn and look him in the eye as Al climaxed inside her; feeling his seed gushing inside her seemed to intensify her own orgasm. And for some strange reason Cathy had turned out the same way. She wanted Greg there while Al fucked her; wanted him standing by the edge of the bed watching closely. And she too would look him in the. He made one more tour around his group then made a beeline to Brenda's desk. He smiled at the rose, then he looked to find her beaming happily at him."Got time for a talk in my office?" he asked with willful indifference."Sure," she replied, just as nonchalantly. However, unable to contain her inner excitement, and she nearly skipped to his office. When Rob caught up with her, she jumped him with a squeal and squeezed his neck."Oh, Rob," she breathed in his ear, "I have met the most wonderful.