"Dead, lung shot when we broke out of that little Annapolis jail. I crawled away through a cess field t'the tannery. Spent the night there, didn' I. C...n still smell it." Michael enjoyed watching the woman's chest rise and fall so rapidly. He could see the fear in her eyes."So now you're 'Mister Ferris' with a fine business in Georgetown, and it wouldn' melt in yer mouth, would it? You don' need me," Elizabeth said, turning her back to him and staring out the door, her arms folded across her. And I've done it myself, many times.Since the "White Lady" 'lives' with me, both of them, in my home, I spend time with her often; both of them. I lust after my mother in my secret inner desires. In my time with her picture, I let the fantasy out, it comes and plays with me until I cum too. I have masturbated to my mother's icon, worshipped her with my body, offered sacrifices of cream - gallons, and used a forest worth of tissue in communion with the spirit of the "White Lady". From the living. I’m so sorry. Were they the ones who...”“Raped me? I thought they were at first, but looking at them, I’m pretty sure it was a different group of basement freaks.”The mall basement, it had become a bastion of horrors since everyone arrived. At first, people flocked to it because they thought it would offer them privacy, but soon, it was what the people were doing that scared others off and gave them that privacy. Fear, desperation, anger, ignorance, when mixed together, they formed a drug that. All eyes were on the radiant bride as her father escorted her down the aisle. They reached the altar and the waiting groom; the bride kissed her father and placed something in his hand.The guests in the front pews responded with ripples of laughter. Even the priest smiled broadly. As her father gave her away in marriage, the bride gave him back his credit card.Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.Three friends from the local congregation.