The colossal bloodbath reminded me of the stories of the Khmer Rouge in the killing fields of Cambodia, which weren’t that far away, geographically ...peaking. It also reminded me of Stalin’s purges in the Soviet Union and of the SS Einsatzgruppen in the Nazi-occupied areas after Operation Barbarossa commenced. As a demon and now King of Hell, I was well aware of the extent of man’s inhumanity to his fellow man, but this was on a previously unheard of level here.Apparently, the NCA had dispensed. For the next hour, I heard her life story. I listened. She was recently divorced with three kids. She called herself Flora for Florence. We got along. Flora asked, "Mind seeing me home?"I asked, "Where's home?" Upstairs." I was delighted to escort Flora to her room.The double bed with six pillows was comfortable. She was even more so. I had never fucked a woman with breasts the size of melons. My lips nuzzled her nipples. My cock found a cozy place in the valley between her mountains. Flora tit. Later, off in one of the dimmer areas away from the giant fire, a bunch of seniors from the football team were passing around a lot of cheap wine in grape drink bottles, and most of the team was gathered around. Since the quarterback, a senior, was hot and heavy with the head cheerleader, a lot of her friends were there also, including Melissa. Mutual attraction exerted its gravitational pull on both of us, and pretty soon we were standing side by side, shivering and stamping our feet at the. She was still crying when she heard a voice say, "Ah, now what would a wee lassie like you be havin' such a fit about?"Muriel sat up and saw a strange little man all dressed in green sitting on her dresser. "Who are you?" My name be Patty; Patty the leprechaun. Now what does a pretty lass like you have to cry about?"Muriel sniffled a bit, and said, "I shouldn't talk to you. Mommy and daddy say I shouldn't talk to strangers."Patty smiled. "Normally good advice, lass, but I'm not a stranger. All.