Like Gabriel, she had very little that was special or personal. Very little that was personal that was, until you got to her bedroom. This room was fi...led with personal stuff. Pictures, lamps, quilts, old toys. This was the only room she felt like she really let herself go in. Here she had her TV with her collection of videos (some were even the scandalous type), her favorite pillow (it had been her dad’s – she figured Freud would have a field day with why she felt a need to sleep on her. The odd ornament got knocked over and broken, the kitchen turned into a sea of empty cans and smuggled bottles, and half empty glasses started to get used as ashtrays. It was all pretty good natured though, and when the neighbours came round to ask for the volume to be turned down, it duly was. On each of the three occasions they had to come and ask. During one of the rowdier moments, Diane went upstairs to find the bathroom. Most of the doors were shut, with dubious muffled noises coming from. They didn't know who or where she was until yesterday, but they do now. That's my fault, and it's why I destroyed your office building and why you all have to disappear. As of now, for all intents and purposes, all of you are dead. Your families and friends have to believe you're dead, so no one ... and I do mean no one ... calls home, tries to make contact with anyone you knew who isn't currently on this plane or goes back to the west coast for any reason. I will fix it so that each of you. .. up your ass?" Randy asked in disbelief."Yes, darling boy. Doesn't it sound nasty and exciting?" She smiled, her asshole quivering with anticipation."Yeah, Mom! But... uh... won't it hurt you?" Randy asked, his balls aching between his strong young legs."Only in a pleasant sort of way, lover. Now why don't you just sit there on the floor, Thad. That's right, darling. Just sit there with your beautiful cock sticking straight up between your legs for me. I can almost feel your cock pushing up.