She sighed peacefully as her head rested on my thigh and she pulled up her knees to fit on the sofa. Sam now faced up towards me with her eyes closed ...in a relaxing pose.I looked longingly at her full lips and her cute little nose. Her skin, if it ever was attacked, had survived the ravages of adolescent acne without blemish. I brushed my finger lightly across her silky cheek. She felt like the skin of a warm, ripe peach. At the call of my touch, Sam’s expression softened further and she opened. Alessia’s resurrection was every bit as delicious to watch as any of the other such developments. To see a demon rise like a phoenix from the ashes of her old mortality and morality was a splendid and beautiful thing in my eyes. Gone were any traces of the old inhibitions or scruples based in the much vaunted “Judeo-Christian” ethic, which was in itself a lie (if you think that Jews and Christians share an ethic, just consider that the former have enough sense to allow divorce and not. Being older, she appreciated the quiet and the simplicity of the middle of no where. Kat took another swig, shut her eyes, and gathered her hair off of her neck, holding it in a loose ponytail with her hand as she pushed herself lazily. She hummed a popular country song, smiling inwardly. Was she ever regressing. Finally she gave up and sang the words, laughing at herself at the same time. ‘Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick ’em up trucks, big timin’ in a small town..’ Kat giggled and dropped her. "Tell me you are sorry for complaining and beg for it, skinny bitch.", Dante growled. "I am sorry, Dante. I am a whore and I need your cock up my ass. Please, fuck it," Sara said. "Fuck it, how, bitch?" "Fuck it like my Daddy! Fuck it like my Daddy," Sara cried. "Tell everybody why you say that." Sara sobbed,"Because my daddy used to fuck my ass all through high school. He didn't want to get me pregnant!" Dante said, "and did you love it, you crazy, white bitch?" "I loved it, Dante. I loved.