Where was the justice in that?Kay stopped for a red light, and I saw her look over to Laurel, and reach over the console to touch her. She was shaking...her head and saying something, and just held onto Laurel's hand as the light changed, and she drove through the intersection.Kay, againLaurel is devastated! She really thinks a lot of George, calls him the grandpa she never knew. And now this. But I know how she feels; I felt the same way when my Bompa Sanderson died, and Mom held me and talked. .. not even a wisp to bury.Nothing she could recover ... no relic ... G-O-N-E!The hole was still filling ... there wasn't even any floating debris...Still in shock, she realized that the hole was MUCH bigger than the Princessapality.There were other islands missing ... other people gone.This was the biggest most destructive device she had ever heard of.There were ships down there ... melted, twisted, burning, swept towards the hole in the earth ... her compassion for her fellow innocents .... The Saturday of my bi-weekly release duly arrived. That morning Mandy had gone to visit Christine, and she didn’t get back until late afternoon. Saturday night slowly drifted by, and Mandy finally unlocked the cage and suggested that I go shower. Fifteen minutes later, I was once more eagerly lying on our bed in a dark room, feeling Mandy tug my briefs down. I breathlessly awaited her warm, soft touch.“I had an interesting chat with Christine today,” Mandy announced. Her fingers enclosed around. Her sluggish mind tried to remember how to stop the machines, but her body found strength from somewhere as the clitoral pump revved to life again. She arched into the feeling, body visibly quaking in exhaustion. The larger dildo coring her pussy sheathed completely and began vibrating at high power, the anal toy joining a moment later. She whimpered, and felt the sensation of a hard bite on one nipple and a flicking tongue on the other. Her battered body fell over another edge and her vision.