I made a point of shaving my arms and legs, and even trimmed back the growth on my pussy. My mind was only going in a million different directions. I ...as incredibly aroused and frightened about what I was about to do, but I knew what I had to do itI ended the shower and hopped out to dry myself off. I donned my panties and bra and the took a deep breath. I opened the bathroom door and called out to my brother to bring me a towel for my hair. When he arrived back at the door with a towel, I. He never spent the night, but there were times when Sharon did not come home, so I assumed she spent the night with Bill. However, occasionally Sharon would still want to hook up with me for a quick fuck. Beth knew that I would fuck her mother and did not mind. That was the strange, yet most erotic aspect of our relationship. They both acted like it was a perfectly normal thing. Of course, I had no objections. For example, one night Beth and I were in Beth's bedroom watching a movie and Sharon. I refer to the time of my previous life as Mable Mahoney, all around wise ass and victim of death under suspicious circumstances. I mean the entire fucking nineteenth floor of the hotel in Manhattan was obliterated in a puff of dust. I would certainly say that warranted the label of "suspicious".I had enough funds to order a carriage and secure the services of a footman called Jeffrey. He was a hulking brute with muscles of steel. It would certainly save a lot of wear and tear on my own. Each location was scouted during the day then taken in the night when everyone was asleep. A barking dog spoiled our attack on one farm, but my men had the house surrounded and none escaped. We killed the elderly, diseased, and feeble, and took the rest as slaves. They were tied to the back of our wagon train as we marched further into enemy territory, for I did not want to commit any of my forces to escorting them back so soon in the raid. Those that could not keep up were killed.We took a.