The door swung open a tall white man in his mid 30's emerged wearing a tank top and some basketball shorts he was kind of handsome "Oh yeah I almost f...rgot.!" he said quicklyI was surprised he didn't yell at me for being almost late“That’ll be 22.50.” I said he quickly he paused.“Shit I don’t think... oh man let me get my wallet you can come in just sit the pizza down over there on the counter.” he said as he ran down the hallway I entered the house it was okay, but a bit of a dump he had boxes. .. dunno. It quickly came to center around an intention - to help this girl who had an awkward sexual encounter with her father, who was jerking off on his bed, when she walked in and, well, he triggered... And this girl, like is happening these days, was starting to bloom a bit earlier than in generations, hell, decades past.... Her father was so mortified by it because he realized he was sexually attracted to his daughter, but only at the purely biological level, basically, not in the way of. I have just been reflecting on it and having something push me has helped me keep my head all these years and I have been having a great life not a lot of money but I'm not money driven I got into off-roading for years just got a jeep so I starting a little again no more huge trucks and even that though I was constantly working on my truck and then we would spend the weekend out in the woods camping and breaking the trucks. I didn't really realize it until I started skating about 10 years ago I. Desiree hooked her leg about mine, pivoting and slamming me hard to the earth. "Give me back my wife!" she bellowed, falling upon us. The wind was knocked out of my body; Jezebel's grasp weakened—I pounced on her.And was rebuffed again.Her will was too strong, her soul too ancient. How could I fight against such strength? I was only nineteen. I was powerless, weak. Jezebel's will was like steel wires warped around my limbs. I was a puppet, and she was forcing me to kill my wife.Desiree grappled.