They went to a liquor store and William used his ID to buy Ryan more vodka. They went to a gas station and Ryan used his ID to buy himself more cigare...tes and a new lighter. It was orange. Ryan’s hand lead William by the small of his back to their hotel room. Six inches and three years didn’t matter. Numbers didn’t matter. And soon nothing mattered, William on his back again, wrists held tightly by Ryan and there were more hard kisses and more moaning and more hurt and more crying and more. The closer I got to the top of the stairs, her moaning grew louder and louder.I saw her door slightly ajar, being very quiet I peeked in. To my surprise, I saw Alice between mother’s legs. I could hear her sucking and licking mother’s pussy. I froze for a moment, then pulled out my cell phone. Taking photos as I watched her bring my mother to orgasm.Alice then reached over for the vibrator. She thrust it in my mother’s love tunnel.AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH, I’m cuming again!”As I videotaped the scene. There lying on the top of the rest of the stuff was his daughter's silk, pink panties. ("I guarantee you that none of you would laugh if you ever got a whiff of your own daughter's pussy," Lynch had declared.)Al had the panties in his hand outside of the hamper. 'God -- this is crazy!' he thought. Yet he refused to stop himself from doing what he was doing. He finally brought up his other hand and then held the silky material in both hands. Looking down, he turned the insides of the panties. I don’t think Bond needs any excuses for his behavior with women, for his drinking, or for his gambling. Killing is another matter.”“You’re a blackbelt in karate and you were carrying a pistol under your kimono!”“I’ve never killed anyone and never intend to kill anyone. In any confrontation, I will defend myself using the minimum force necessary to protect myself, my loved ones, and any innocents.”“So why the gun?”“Because there have been credible threats in the past, and the house is literally.