His hand clamps on my jaw, forcing it open, as he lets my still warm blood flow into my mouth. He rears up roaring. His arms stretch out and he pulls ...away the shirt. His body is daubed with satanic tattoos, and his nipples are painted black. The masked men run to him, ripping the clothes away from his body. ‘Henri,’ I sob, my mouth full of bitter bile. As he looks down at me a tiny flicker of the Henri I once knew dances over his face, and his voice is soft once again. ‘You would have given. " I wave myhand vaguely. "Maybe one of the seven K's." And it never happened. And it has to happen. You know it. It's time." It's going to change things," I complain."Not really. Not in any meaningful way. Lynn... It HAS to be you."I want to cry. "Can't it wait until tomorrow?" Oh, honey... You've already HAD ten thousand tomorrows."She's right. I KNOW she's right. It doesn't make it suck any less. I'vebeen tasked as The Messenger.I pause, nod slightly, and turn.This place is my personal. He, on the otherhand, was completely burnt from another week at work and quitedistracted by the denial his wonderful wife had requested. He hadgotten spoiled of late and was starting to get a tad pouty about it.Finally, Saturday arrived.*********It was not hard for her that morning to mix the large dose of Viagrainto his daily mix of vitamins and in fact, she thrilled at the thoughtof providing him his Vitamin "V". After she had eaten, she began arather insidious exploitation of his excited. "Papa?" she asked hesitantly, "May I sit on your lap?" Of course, Simone." I pushed my chair back for her and she climbed on. She seemed uncomfortable, as she was sitting way down my thighs. I hauled her slight frame up against me and her head finally nestled against my chest."This is OK? Being this close?" Sure. Why do you ask?" Oh, I don't know. I thought maybe it was something I had done, that you didn't want to see me anymore, but Janey said it was her, too. Is it what Gertie said? She was.