She picked out some sleep clothes in preparation for her nightly shower. Exiting the closet she took a couple of steps toward the bathroom, then froze.... She looked with disbelief at the wall of glass separating her bedroom from the backyard. The drapes that usually provided her privacy were gone. "Daaa... deee!" she hollered loudly enough to be heard throughout the house. Her father, Morgan Adams, was in the living area at the other end of the house. He had just turned off the television when he. They found George Buttrey lying on the landing to the next floor- in a puddle of his own blood. Grace gasped when she saw one of his eyes hanging from its socket. His other eye lay on the floor."THAT BITCH! THAT BITCH SCRATCHED OUT MY EYES!" George screamed.Grace's jaw dropped open, and she covered her open mouth with her hand."Whe- where did she go?" Grace said, stammering."I DIDN'T FUCKING SEE HER, YOU CUNT!" George screamed. He writhed around, soaking his scrubs in blood and clutching his. Colin let her go. He was grateful his sister could read him well enough that he didn’t have to say a word in order for to understand what he needed. After a bit more pacing, he collapsed into a big chair set in front of the fire, looking into the hypnotizing flames. His left hand floated down to caress the top of his beloved lyre. Colin had loved to play the delicate instrument, priding himself in his ability. Now it was just a constant reminder of the damage the English had inflicted on him,. He’s also too busy with his job. Let’s get started.”“Anything for you. You’re my favorite teacher. Your husband's a jerk. I’m sorry."I got up, walked up to him and said, "It's ok," as I deeply kissed his lips. I knew he liked me from those glances he would give me.Chris caressed my pregnant belly and said, "I've always dreamed of fucking you in school. Is my dream going to come true?”I looked into his eyes and said, "Yes."I licked his lips as he softly bit my bottom lip. I sucked his top lip..