Just pray to the frozen tits of Tykhê that we find the clues that we need super fast when we’re in DC. The delay there is going to be necessary, bu... it could also be what stops us permanently.Yeah, the ancient Greek Goddess of luck, and she’s a fickle bitch, cold, mean-spirited, and heartless.I looked up as our Mom parked the van; we were at our first stop of the day—the Sportsman’s Den.“Oh, JJ, before we go in, I looked up silver bullets like you asked me to. I found some articles saying that. Steve wanted to break her, so she denied him the opportunity. But sometimes, sometimes, the compulsion to protect herself, the drive for revenge, burst out of the tiny pocket where she held it for safekeeping. If she didn’t let it out now and then, she thought a piece of her might die and with it the hope of ever getting out of this devil’s bargain she’d made. If I take a lover, would Steve kill me? The question was becoming an obsession. It was more than wanting the sadistic sex to end, she. We can walk from there.”Supported between Mutti Frida and my mother, I was walked out to the car. I lay in the back with my head in Col’s lap. At home, I was walked up to bed.Col and Mutti Frida said goodnight and set off for home as soon as I was safely upstairs. My mother fussed around me for a while but eventually left me in peace, leaving the bedroom door open so I could call for help.I lay there, totally confused by what was happening, the pain in my head thudding with each heartbeat did. I licked it for a few times thinking that it was really kinky. But eventually I was disgusted and took her to my bathroom. I took of her pins and unrolled her from her saree. It was super sexy and she could feel the heat too. She sprung on to me after that and kissed me like had never kissed a man before. She tongued very viciously in my mouth and I ravished her saliva. Her chattiness was actually her wilderness in a different form. I had always wanted a girlfriend like her, bitchy talkative.