The mouse would be fine, and he would let it go somewhere safe. The library wasn’t a war zone, after all, and he didn’t need to demoralize anybody....It was dark outside. Storm clouds had gobbled up any remaining light in the sky, but other than some distant thunder, it wasn’t too bad. He watched the rain fall, fighting off another memory. The smell of wet pavement kept him there, kept his mind from wandering to a place of mud and corpses. Inhaling deeply, he set an anchor for his mind, determined. “Oh yes! Eat my pussy. Make me cum.”Fiona licks as fast as she can. And then with one almighty groan of pleasure, Alma orgasms right on her sister’s face. She bucks heavily, grinding her cunt against the invading tongue and the teenager feels a little bit of the juices squirt into her mouth. It isn’t very much, but it is noticeable. She hungrily swallows the sweet tasting fluid and licks her lips, savoring the aftertaste.Dr. Carr watches eagerly while Fiona gazes at her sister with pleasure. There is no way Gordon Snow’s story holds up. We have further evidence on him, as well.’ ‘You don’t have a damn thing on any of us.’ Lilac said, her voice a snarl. ‘You can’t prove that one word of what I said is not true.’ ‘Miss Lilac,’ Phyllis said, playing good cop. ‘I don’t think you killed Linda Ferris, nor did you know that she was going to be killed that night. But right now, if you don’t help us, you’re going down as an accessory to first degree murder, maybe even conspiracy to commit. As she lay on the beach and listened to the seagulls and the waves beating on the shore and against all the treacherous rocks which surrounded the island, she remembered again the horrible odour of singed pubic hair and retched for the thousandth time. She tenderly felt the affected parts and was relieved to see and feel that they were healing up nicely at last.It was a thunderstorm that had saved her. One night, as she waited for the sleeping quarters to open for her, a bolt of lightning.