It’s really quite sad, a man can invent a new crayon color and his life will be prolonged, at least temporarily. When did life’s objective change ...rom passion and satisfaction to greed and destruction? Driven by fear, all we are is the government’s unknowing slaves working constantly towards some goal we’ll never meet. We’ll never be good enough, we’ll never be exactly what they want and it’s this imperfection that drives them mad. They’re constantly striving for their perfect prototype that’s. I no sooner arrived there, as Francisco met me at the door step, saying something about a particular stuff which surprised me a lot: he had to leave off the party to attend some duties at his factory, especially if he had just got a telephone call concerning something that deserved his attention up there. He’d catch the first flight available to that destination, the city where his shoe factory operated. Before he left, he told me that given directions to his wife on how. A finger prodded my behind from behind and then withdrew as his two hands spread my cheeks. He let go and then the finger returned rubbing a very cold liquid on me, lube I realized.He rubbed it all over what would soon be an entrance for him that had always and only been an exit for me. Suddenly without warning, his finger slipped inside and I let out an uncontrollable grunt of discomfort even with the lube. It felt freezing by any standards and absolutely intrusive. I breathed a sigh of relief. It was Monday morning and Jared was about to head off to Blanke Schande College for a week of teaching as a substitute tutor in the Science and Mathematics Department of the campus.As Jared turned into the bathroom he quickly looked back at the two doors just opposite him. One door led to the spare room where Vanessa Benson was sleeping and the other led to his bedroom were Vanessa’s mother was sleeping. Both doors were just slightly ajar so Jared risked a quick peek into each room. Both women.