“Uncle Ted! You...” He reached again into the bag “And this.” he said. It was a black suspender belt. She looked at him. “You amaze me. You ...eally do. What am I, your niece, or some sexual fantasy figure?” He didn't answer. “Both.” Jan replied for him. “I'm both, aren't I?” Again, he stayed silent. “Pass me the stocking and shoes from the bag.” He reached in. “On second thoughts, just give me the bag!” she demanded. Walking past the bar on the way to the Ladies with shoes, stockings and. I'd rather have your whole arm up inside my greasy cunt, and you pumping it into me so hard I can't breath."It took us a lot longer to get to aunt Polly's than I thought it would. I hadn't been down this path in ages and a couple of times we lost the path and had to find it again. Usually, aunt Polly comes to our house in her car, or we drive there in our car. Anyway, in an hour we arrived at her back porch."Ima? Ain't that your daddy's new car?" Yeah. Maybe he came by for some reason. Let's. Her dad is hyper-rational, never showing any emotion. He also had a very successful business career, eventually filling the post of CFO for two different Fortune 1000 companies before opening a golden parachute when the last one merged with another conglomerate. Meanwhile, Sue's mom is as ditzy as you can possibly imagine. Don't get me wrong, she's a very nice lady, and in no way fits the 'blond bimbo' stereotype she looks like. But she is highly emotional, and completely dependent on Sue's. He settled down and proceeded to both answer and explain. “Breaking a fourth level Martial Mortal required effort meticulous and radical. It wasn’t that eventually we could make her talk ... we isolated her spirit, smashed her soul and amassed whatever we could before the fragments dissipated and her spirit moved on. If she had the resolve to suicide at the time her captivity was imminent, she would have got the chance to exhibit one last act of devotion. In the end she probably deluded herself.