A young-looking couple came up with a kid in tow and a baby in a carrier.“Hello. Welcome,” April said. “I’m April, and he is Day-id.”That is...new.The man got down on one knee, looked April in the eye, shook her hand, and said, “Hi, April. Nice to meet you.”“She is polite for such a young girl,” he told me as he shook my hand. “I can only hope that one day my children will learn to behave that well. None of my forty-three nieces and nephews come even close. When my parents died with the others,. I managed to lose myself in the dancing,blending in with the throng of gorgeous sexily clad bodies. My shortpleated skirt frequently spun up to display my satin covered crotch andbare butt cheeks. By this time the pills had taken full effect andmodesty was definitely the last thing on my mind. As it got late, themusic eventually transitioned into slow dance tunes. I embraced Andyaround his neck as he enfolded me in his arms. After feeling my breastssquash against his body it seemed natural to. ”I nodded, “Yes, and I was speaking to my guidance counselor about exactly that — treating the whole person, not just the disease or injury.”“Are you involved with a young woman?”“I date, Vladyka, but I’m not committed to anyone, despite the best efforts of the «бабушки»!”The bishop laughed softly, “They are a force to be reckoned with. May I ask who they have paired you with? In their minds, of course.”“Natalya Vasilyevna Antonova,” I said with a smile.“A fine young woman from a wonderful. “So you go through all this work to get her, then you kill her after only a few hours?”Mark didn’t respond. He was running his hands over the girl’s legs and up her shorts.“That’s my rule,” explained Jean. “I don’t mind him taking a woman from time to time, but I won’t let him ruin our lives over one.”“Are you afraid he’d run off with a victim?”The girl screamed, a muffled “Mwwwaaa!” through the duct tape. Mark had pulled off her shoes and was now yanking her shorts down. He got them past her.