..Evan?" I asked softly. " Yeah come on in." I heard as I opened the door. " H..hey* I said softly. Standing in the doorway. He smiled as he stood up... he looked so good, standing there in his jeans and a white t shirt " Um, heh, dinner will be done soon." I said softly, he gave me a nod and I turned to walk away, then, remembered what my mother said....I turned back."So, Evan, w...how do you like it so far?" I asked softly. He smiled, gave me a soft giggle, and walked up to me, stoping just. On one hand, it’s good to see female criminals getting jail time like they deserve. On the other hand, why are they going crazy? It’s because men do nothing to rein them in. Four decades of radical feminism and political correctness have weakened men. And women, since deep down they’re all manipulative, wicked and evil, have taken advantage of that. Well, no more. This ends now. I will not permit such wickedness to go unpunished in the universe which I call my own. I have seized control of. I was relieved to know I would become pregnant soon if I ordered his tape on stress relief. He knew how long I had been trying and how frustrating it was to be unable to conceive.Across the room there was a heated discussion concerning Satanic rituals among the homeless in Cleveland. I couldn't resist asking a nattily dressed gentlemen why he was holding a large stack of records in his lap, and he informed me in detail of the suicide messages to be found when playing rock records backwards. It. It cost my Dad about $1.7m less than eighteen months ago and has six bedrooms, five bathrooms and a giant open plan living area overlooking the mountains.Once at the top of the stairs I headed for the master bedroom. Light was protruding from the half-closed door. I knocked as I entered. Before I could take stock of the woman’s clothing on the bed, the silence was broken by a sharp scream.I half jumped out of my skin as my stepmom stood in the doorway to the bathroom, a look of shock plastered.