I didn't know if I am translating it myself or if I could somehow understand the mind better and make either my mind or his mind translate the words i...to something my mind can process. Either way I could now understand better. I heard thoughts of how they would have this infidel laying across the road when his old platoon came down the road. They would see him, and approach carefully, once they saw the face of the man, they would rush to his side. That would be when they would send the signal. My third kid, each with a different woman. It didn’t feel real. The consequences definitely didn’t. The fact that these women would die if they didn’t get pregnant also kept me from worrying about child support. It was like I had no choice. There was nothing wrong with sleeping around and knocking up all these girls. It was even starting to feel good. There was a rush I got when I came inside each of them. Victoria was different. We knew what we were doing. I was purposely fucking her to get. ..... Liz arched her back and attempted to thrash around but she was firmly secured to the treatment table. Liz screamed hysterically and continuously, abject terror coursing through her mind as the rodent moved around inside her vagina, it’s clawed feet slipping on the lubricant, and its tongue lapping away at her cervix. The Tannoy crackled again “Perfect - keep it up ladies - the minister is wanking furiously now - Thanks!”[in the meantime... written by alfredbjunk]After Mandy was brought. She had long light brown hair that was up in a ponytail and her pale green eyes glittered irresistibly. “Hello Mr Ryan.” She said, the impossibly cute Texas twang making it impossible for her to sound as clinical as the rest of the hospital. “Hello,” he replied, trying to open his jaw slightly and involuntarily wincing. “You have a very bruised jaw there. I wouldn’t try to talk too much.” She explained, smiling. 'Hmm what a cutie, what’s he doing beating people up for a living,' Jessica.