For nearly a minute I stood staring after him and to this day I can not really say exactly why. There was just something about him...My name is Karen ...hepard and I was fourteen at the time. We had just moved here three weeks before from the city where I had been born and lived all my life. There we had a nice three bedroom house on a nice quarter acre lot in a nice neighborhood in a nice suburb. Nothing unusual, just a typical middle class American life. When my dad got the promotion and we had. He believed that a strong man should control all of his people. If there was someone who disagreed with him, then they were dealt with in a way only fit for people who deserve the lowest of punishments. This is why King Phillip was given the nickname known as The Dark Hand. The castle was decorated with great ruminants of the past. Armors stood up in the entranceway of the castle. Beyond the entrance was the great chamber where King Phillip's throne was. In the room were guards and one advisor. Boy, there was a lot ofit, and it just blasted up in the air like a fountain and it landed allover his legs and all over me, getting on my hair and my face a little, butmost of it hit my t-shirt. Daddy kept on groaning for as long as it shotout or dribbled out over my flailing hand, and then he was down to gaspingthe way I had gasped when I was done, and I held on, and I said, "Are youdone now, Daddy?" "Oh, oohh, oh, yeah, Son." Daddy panted. "You did it just right, baby,oh, yeah!" . With my mum’s phone cameras still streaming video and audio, the group walked out of the gents and headed into the ladies nearby. “Excuse me, this is the ladies washroom” a female clubber using the sink says. “Uh Hmm” my mum replies as Brad and Nathan had started grinding against her. “Don’t let it bother you girls, I’ll just be serving these two white jocks like any good Chinese girl should.” “Slut” “Harlot” “White man’s whore” A bevy of insults rained down on my mum from the other female.