Vowing to make it her secret, and never sharing it with a living sole, Megan sampled her son’s cum with her tongue and tasted his acerbic offering. ... It was neither better nor worse than any other man’s cum she had tasted, its only uniqueness being from where it came from. Megan began to loath what she had just done and tried to suppress any further sexual thoughts. Quickly, she doffed both her stained shorts and moistened panties for cleaner items and buried them into the laundry hamper. Megan. Was it love she felt? She didn't know. She suspected it might be more than love, something more intense, something deeper that joined their souls. She felt His hot breath on her shoulder. She longed to feel His teeth, but instead He licked her and whispered in her ear, "How is My pain slut?" She knew it was a rhetorical question and did not answer. She felt His eyes inspect her. She hoped He was pleased. He tugged at her leather straps. She felt Him pinch her nipple. "Ooooohhhhh..." she moaned. A dozen people, including my friends and co-workers had died ... and there wasn’t going to be even a prayer that justice or even revenge could ever be accomplished. Still, for the sake of the victims I thought I needed to do something, even if it was probably the wrong and stupid thing to do.I unplugged the extension cord from the hall and tidied everything up, then locked the storage closet door with the A/V rack, but I took the disc with me in just a blank media plastic sleeve. It probably. I’m going to give you something else off the record. OK?”“Sure,” the reporter said eagerly.“I’m serious,” Phil said. “If this shows up on the web...”Phil left the rest unspoken and the reporter gulped slightly. He knew the Bartons could buy his paper in a heartbeat and put him on the obit desk.“It won’t,” he said. “You have my word on this.”Phil breathed deeply and nodded to himself.“If those bastards don’t shut up I’m going to bury them,” he said. “I’m sure you have contacts with someone who.