Love ... hate ... fear, Papa said that a truly talented vocalist could cause their audience to experience any emotion they wished. My Papa taught me t... sing, but it has been many years since I trained with him. It has been many years since I could hear the music. When Papa died, I could no longer hear the music and I could no longer sing.He took her hand in his and kissed it gently."You need not speak of it if it is too painful..."She quietly silenced his words with a determined shake of her. I looked for a moment and could see that she had one hand down near her pussy, I assumed she was rubbing her clit, and the other hand was cupping one of her tits from the bottom, using her thumb and middle finger to squeeze the nipple a bit. Her head was back a little with her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. I continued to the bathroom, took a piss and decided to look in the medicine cabinet for some aspirin - I knew I'd be hurting in the morning. I found it right away, took 3 with a. We will get to these in the next chapter.Because I am useless when it comes to trying to figure out Chyoa's conditions and variables and whatnot I will be doing this old school and relying on you to keep track of things for yourself and do your own dice rolls. (Don't cheat now! That's half the fun.)The rules are simple.You will go through the story like a classic Choose Your Own Adventure. At the end of each chapter there will be one or more choices. If there are no special instructions at the. And her immortal hell hounds with a insatiable taste for women cunts? What if they break out of that kennel? Maybe shoot them while they’re penned up in one place is best.What about Will? Is Sally an object lesson, regarding my rescuing Will? I ask.“Will is very content to be where he is, doing what he does.”“Content to be a slave? I can’t believe it. I won’t!”“Will isn’t you. You aren’t Will.”“I love you Mama Ava, with all my capacity to love, but I’m sorry now I bothered you. I feel worse.