It was a tune that was familiar to her, but she couldn’t remember where she’d heard it. She sat on the floor of her studio apartment off campus an...d hummed for hours. She was not aware of the passage of time while she hummed, but when it was time to stop, she did. She wiped her eyes and felt for the first time in her life that all was as it should be, and all was well. Lying in her tub, she reached over to the accoutrement shelf and grabbed the jasmine scented oil to add to her bath. She was now. Which he did, right on spot, trying to withhold a bit so that as many pictures and videos of Goddess Persephone could feed his now starving mind before the final climax. A rather messy climax, all things said, and Boris felt like leaving the abundant sperm maculating his belly and torso for the whole night, controlling in his wicked mind his submission to Goddess Persephone. And tomorrow would be another day.***Waking up refreshed, Boris did not really notice the thin, smelly and goosy layer. "There is no one, Dad. I wanted to see you and I knew you wouldn't come home just to see me." What in the hell do you want? I thought I'd seen the last of you. You can turn around and get out." Does that hold for me too, Daddy? It has been three years since I've had a chance to visit." Andrea put in her two words."Yes, you too. There is nothing here for you to hang around for. You get out too."Mother stepped from the bedroom, facing her husband. "Remember me, Aden? I'm your loving wife. You. .. creek ... ttle out." How many?" Carla asked, having totally missed that part. But she had to ask again before Jessica could understand her question."All ... pasture," came the broken response."All in that pasture?" Carla repeated, beginning to really worry since there were more than fifty older yearlings in that section.By then, Fred was standing beside Carla who had put the phone on the table and turned it to speaker. "Where's the break?" Fred asked as he leaned over to speak near the.