It was the very next brush in the array of pictures.It was an absurd picture - a picture that absolutely, positively could not be appearing on my scre...n at that exact moment.Yet, I could see that the new picture was simply the next product in their catalog. "My" hairbrush was something-or-other-01 and this other one was something-or-other-02.How in the Hell... ? What twisted, demented, cruel, BASTARD would do such a thing?What kind of a sick joke was this?Then I remembered what web site I was. Gently he slipped a finger inside her, then two, then three?.probing, slipping in and out?.gently stretching the resilient muscles around her puckered orifice. She felt his fingers slip out of her, and her rosebud close momentarily. ?Relax,? he ordered. Molly felt something hard probing her anus, but this was different?large and blunt, and she grunted softly as her muscles were quickly stretched wider than before. ?Oooooooo,? she whimpered at the sudden tearing pain. The object was well. The machine took that as its cue:"Ba-da-boom! Gotcha. Touched me, but not in that way, heh? Sometimes I kill myself."Amonas then moved in the air, his body still enclosed in the same strange aura as it had been before while being ferried to this place. The machine assumed a more formal voice with an intense feeling of feigned stiffness behind it, intended to portray extreme seriousness though to Hilderich's ears it only managed to sound like a dimwitted inflated egotist:"Using the player. . so...Simple. God, now he wanted cookies. Melanie was still gone. With noidea when she'd be back. Robb fired up the laptop and started lookingup cookie recipes. He found one. He'd found all the necessaryingredients. Even had some chocolate chips left. Saving a handful forhimself, Robb dumped the bag into the bowl. As the ingredients mixed,Robb could feel a calm, a quiet.A zen.Some twenty minutes later, there were cookies. Warm cookies, thechocolate inside still in its viscous deliciousness. .