I’m just hoping that we can avoid a huge mess that I feel somewhat responsible for.”, Stan admitted. “Sir, I promise you there will not be a hug... mess. I know Robin is your daughter and I do work with her every day. But there is absolutely no chance I will ever see Robin again other than at work. I don’t think that I could trust her again….. if you understand what I am saying.”, I replied. “No son, I perfectly understand what you are saying. I would probably feel the same if your situation. Any. The difference between us and everybody else is that we know it's only a story and we know when the time has come to write 'The End' on the bottom of the page. Then we do a Hemingway, because one thing that can really spoil a good story is leaving a burnt out character in it with nothing left to say." Like I said, weird. I unzipped his pants and opened them. "So what happened to this guy Hemingway?" "He shot himself." I squeezed his big stiff cock between my fingers and rubbed it up and down.. And what are Michael’s criteria, assuming that he has any? Is he planning to create his own church or sect or name any prophets or apostles, yada, yada, yada? Why admit nearly all Christians, Mormons, Jehovah’s Witnesses, Seventh-Day Adventists, no matter how despicable, but only let Bahai, Sikhs, Muslims, Jews, Mandeans, and Samaritans in on only a case-by-case basis? Helped along by being Freemasons, of course.“Michael kicked a number of devout and pious Christians out, along with Joseph. And then, afterwards, there was so much blood and you can't imagine the blood."I sighed. "Of course not. It was terrible, but it was a relief and in a way, and maybe even exciting to be suddenly in control. To hear the report of the gun and to know it was over..." Monsieur! You're mistaken. Not at all! Oh my God! You're a monster. How could you think that? K ... k ... keep away. I am a lady!"I lifted her hand, took it to my mouth and I kissed it, but then I rolled my tongue around her.