"Don't forget to cut a breathing hole in my throat after the spit goes through. I want to die over the coals, not by suffocating." "Thanks for...the reminder," Richard said as he inwardly cursed himself for forgetting that. "I won't forget. Goodbye, Susan. It has been an extreme pleasure knowing you." He nodded to the caterer and the spit began its journey through Susan's body. While the spit was moving through her, Richard retrieved a small, sharp knife. One of the caterers. "Come on in. Are you aware of the Naked Realtor program on cable? She caters to nudists and finding homes for them. They get dressed only between houses and strip naked as they tour the house and grounds. Let's try that here." I smiled broadly and pointed my dick at each prospect for consent. I couldn't wait to see beautiful Pan naked, even if I had to suffer Joe's hairy display."If you'd like a tour, remove all your clothes, fold and leave them near the door- everything but shoes." Sue stared. He grunted something if you spoke man you would have known the grunt. A familial grunt, a recognizing of their connection. She’d stayed, she had been favored. Like her mother before her, she’d satisfy his needs, like her mother before her she’d be his. This time he’d do much more than feast on the bitch.The grass was tall. The young male crawled toward the women, inching closer and closer. Creeping to within feet of them, still and quiet, he moved slow like a cat. The creature could smell. And thanks for the idea of having the AI blur your dangly bits. I have no reason to want to watch that movie.I did take your woodworking tools to the testing center. I could think of no other way to ship them to you. They accepted the box, but told me that first there is no regular shipments of packages. I guess I can understand that to a point. Parcels take up space and during a war weapons and equipment definitely take priority. They did say that the package would be logged and if the AI saw.