" He will, I figure. You'll make sure he does." You're right." I hugged her. "But not right now." I turned to Alan. "Aunt Bea wants to make babies, so...I'm taking her into the bedroom. If you decide that you need to see it, you know where to find us. I'm not stopping to explain anything."Alan shrugged. "Okay." I took Beatrice by the hand and we headed for her room.We both shucked down to nothing immediately. I climbed onto the bed and Beatrice crawled between my legs. "I want to suck you.". Nobody lifted a finger. Then she lashes out at her tormentor and it’s all over for her. That was a TRAVESTY back there. The drunk and those thieves? Fine. Whatever. IF, and it’s a mighty big if, they were actually guilty. But that woman? That was murder. Murder by the state.”“That was God’s will!” thundered Omar. “Carstairs, I took you here to show you how we deal with crime in this country. Because you have a VERY big mouth and it annoys me. But clearly, you haven’t learned from this, so I. “So what do you think?” Bob heard Anita’s voice from the doorway, he looked up and gasped. She had changed.Stood there provocatively framed in the doorway, glasses gone, in black lace stockings that accentuated her leg length as they sat high up, almost to her crotch, with self-holding tops, hip high black see-through knickers that dove down in a vee to her penis, which was only just tucked in what little material there was at the base of the vee. She wore a black see-through bra, which gave. We wish to receive consolation that we are the highest beings on this earth and nothing shall overcome and dominate us for as long as we have that fighting spirit in us. But alas, that ambition of ours shall ultimately lead to our demise. We seek the truths in good and evil, in life and death. We seek answers in places where there are none, or shouldn’t have any. Why? Insecurities and a feeling of loneliness have overcome our bodies and consumed us with materialistic greed and selfish thoughts..