Having a sticky mess in my ears would make it even harder than usual to understand when they interviewed me. A woman in the front row was watching me ...ith what sounded like hunger, a keening bright green noise. I quickly looked away. Too bright. There are few women I can look at with any degree of comfort. It is hard for me with female opponents. I can’t look at them, can’t taste what they are planning. The keening from the woman was growing brighter, the green light louder. Are there. Jessie moved and Bull watched as the small package of pastel chiffon and silver colored hair move up to the bed. She bent over even farther to kiss her granddaughter on the cheek and smile softly. ‘You go with Massie and Maylene, me and Jessie will be just fine and we’ll be coming to the funeral anyway. As for you having your hand in making that baby, I don’t doubt you’re just as hot blooded as your grandfather and father were and are. Jessie and I are just concerned you getting pregnant so. .. I mean... if I could go back... and know you better... I wouldn't have let that happen..." It's all in the past, Tonya," Nancy responded, her face a gentle smile, "what's important is that things will be better for you from now on!" But..." Tonya half-protested, confused, "what made you... stop... hating me?" I started respecting you." You DID?!?!?" Yeah..." Nancy replied, "it started when the Doctor had you in the feeding chair, and you were full of ice water." That was... horrible..." You. “And what are you going to let me do to you, if you let you cum, whore?” “Anything.” I gasped out, my hips taking on a life of their own, moving up and down on the handle of her nightstick, fucking it as she held it steady for me, heat building up inside of me, my toes curling, cuffed hands clenching, crying out softly as I felt myself drowning in pleasure, closer, closer, so close…. “Anything, slut?” “Anything!” I cried out, meaning it, feeling myself falling, flying, torn apart by the most.