I looked around. There was imitation fog coming out of the ground and humans dancing in the dark. There was also a few vampires at the bar. The humans...were goth, drug addicts and stoners. As I made my way to the bar, I saw a couple literally lining cocaine and snorting it up. I scothed at them and continued on my way. They want to terminate their lives send them to me, I thought to myself. I got to the bar and one of the vampires took one look at me and told me that they had blood beers that. I whipped his father's leather belt across his bare white butt, leaving a solid pink stripe. His body jumped and he clinched onto the workbench in front of him."You do not ever come home with a report card like this! Is that understood?" I yelled while repeatedly stroking the belt across both of his cheeks as his butt flinched in pain. "You'll get twenty strokes for each D," I told him, "each and every time you come home with one." I was trying to count the strokes myself but I was so. Seconds later, I had an inventory of her ailments, including the Parkinson’s. With a few key strokes and the click of a mouse button or two, those were taken care of. It was tempting to make a few other adjustments/improvements while I was at it. But I had made my decision and stuck with it. I shut down the program and picked up the phone. ‘Front desk? This is David Donaldson in 4715, would you please connect me to Miss Amy Lucella? Thanks.’ I heard a few clicks and then got voice mail for. Was Billy scared HELL no he was not he fucked his way through the hoard of stinking things they fucked him with cocks as big as trees they fucked him with cocks that sprayed fire from their huge bulbous scabby heads Billy took their loads into his body which was impervious to their demon seed and when their cocks were spent and they lay beaten on the side of the smoking road Billy our hero walked on to the throne but before he could get to the thing from behind the throne he appeared the Devil.