’She fumbles around in her handbag and produces a bottle of hand moisturiser. Pulling my pants and underwear down for one last time today she starts...to cover me in moisturiser. She then turns around bends at the waist, pulls her skirt up over her ass then putting her hands against the wall for support she says ‘okay give it to me.’What the fuck I think to myself, I’m not going to be the bloke that gave up the chance to fuck a hot chick up the ass in public. I waddle over best as I can and. " Indeed not!" shouted one of the little people, wearing a tall, rouned red hat and brown clothes. "You're obviously not from around here, young girl. You look too odd." You look a little odd yourself," said Dorothy, innocently. Toto kept at her legs, afraid of the little people who gathered around her. "Where AM I?" she asked them."Why, you're in the land of Poz," replied the man."Poz?" repeated Dorothy. It didn't sound right. "How do I get back to Kansas?" Kansas?" came the man. "Never heard. You know your history. I don’t disagree with Martin Luther’s take on indulgences. God knows the Inquisition was inspired by man and not God.”“What were indulgences?” I asked. I remember hearing about them in history class but I wasn’t sure what they were.“Before the schism in the Christian faith that separated Catholics from Protestants,” Mom explained, “The church would sell what were called indulgences. You paid money so God would forgive the sins of your dead relatives stranded in. “What shouldn’t I call you my son? Of everyone I raised under my watchful eye, you are the most deserving. Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood.”Xavier staggered and took a step back. Cory was just as shocked, but he moved to grab the other’s hand.“No, you’re lying,” Xavier whispered, his eyes fixed on the grey hood seated on the iron chair.“Am I? Then how do you explain that you’re alive, unlike the others?”“Cory’s alive, too,” Xavier babbled, grabbing at straws.“He’s the anomaly. Nothing but.