Frankly, I needed him. Another month went by and I had not heard anything from him. I would go home and cry every night feeling so alone. One night I ...ot a knock at my door. There was a man there, he asked to come in. I asked who he was and he held up a ski mask. I dragged him inside and started to hug and kiss him and thanking him, I just started babbling about how much I missed him and needed him. I never would have imagined saying something like that to someone I did not even know, but he. Danica got the lantern clamped to the railing next to the helm and aimed the spotlight. In the faint light of the hand lanterns hanging from the masts, all they’d been able to see from the aftcastle were shadows and silhouettes, punctuated by occasional reflections off clammy white skin. Screams of pain and anger filtered through the howling winds.“By the gods,” Danica whispered. Her lantern showed dozens of the gape-mouthed white figures stumbling awkwardly around on the foredeck, flailing. Lola was a hairy girl, unlike her elder sister. I spread the hair aside and looked deep inside her cunt. I spread her cunt cheeks with my fingers and brought my nose to it and smelled in deeply. Wow! What a fragrance! The fragrance of a healthy teenaged virgin! It was overflowing with juices. I dipped my tongue into her cunt and began to suck her; i inserted my tongue as deep as i could and very soon i could hear her grunts; she held and pulled my hair just like her elder sister while i began. I started the interview by explaining that I'd come to Memphis in part to apologize to the Elvis fans for my comments about him. That resulted in several minutes of good sounding bullshit, the only intelligent question being, "Why don't you cure Elvis after you resurrect him, so he wouldn't need pills or eat so much?" Because of freewill. He chose to abuse his body and there are consequences of exercising freewill. In this case, one of the consequences is that he has invalidated himself as a.