I adopted them both instantly. They were damaged ladies much like myself.The first day they wouldn't eat at all. The one I called Lady limped and the ...ne I called Tramp was covered with scars. I wanted to cry every time I saw them. I didn't even ask what the vet said about their injuries. I knew they were more damaged inside than outside. How I knew I didn't understand, I just did."I wish ghost were real, I would hunt that bastard down in hell and make sure he suffered even more than his crimes. After what felt like ten minutes, a door opened and a being entered the room. It was tall, green, with normal length arms and legs, but a long neck, large head and fingers that were twice as long as a human's. It's eyes were silver with black lined retinas. It looked like it was wearing some kind of uniform. It looked at me for a minute, somehow it could tell I was more curious than scared. “I do not sense much fear in you,” It said, in perfect English as he operated a tablet like computer.. Maxwell Singer, prominent business owner of Singer’s, was found dead yesterday morning. Apparent cause of death: natural causes. Singer wasn’t a fit man, but the timing of his death beat the door down on coincidence. The piece went on: Mr. Singer had taken his lunch per his usual routine, according to shop seamstress Lois Pennington. Upon his return, he collapsed. They were dropping like flies: first Schmidt, then Metzger, and now Singer. The list of suspects was dwindling to one. The way Moe. Scott met her at the door; she was wearing a low-cut dress and her huge tits were hanging out. He shoved her up against the door and started kissing down her neck, slowly making his way to her tits. He started lightly biting them before he ripped off her dress so he could kiss and suck them. Darcie didn’t mind the dress getting ripped, for one it made her incredibly horny, and two, she also knew that Scott would buy her an even more expensive dress to pay for the damage done here. He ripped the.