It was much hotter and less pleasant back then. Back then, to walk around in Hell while barefoot was required, but only to guarantee pain from the con...stant flames in many parts of it.“Anyway, boy, today’s your lucky day ... you’re fourteen now, and you just happen to be the last human to come of age in Hell. As you know, fourteen is the age of consent in Hell, and it’s been quite rigorously enforced. You were literally born in Hell just two days after Armageddon. That’s what we all agreed to. “Tell me, Jenny! If it was up to me, I would lock you in a block of ice for all eternity in the Vault, but he gave you a second chance! Was he right? Do you deserve it? Is he truly a good man? Because even a good man can fall from grace!” Yuki slammed a fist into the mantle, knocking loose a brick and breaking the skin of her hand wide open.“Ow, baka kitsune,” she hissed in pain. Sticking the wound in her mouth, she licked up the blood and waited. Minor wounds were an inconvenience, and she. She was feeling everything he did in every part of her and she wanted it to be harder and yet softer...She wanted it all at once and she wanted it to last for ever.He knew exactly what she was feeling and he rose and dropped to his knees between her legs.He drew down her knickers and held them to his face,inhaling deeply.He was very stirred by the smell of her and he sought the source of the scent.He kissed his way from thigh to thigh moving ever upward to her pussy and when he was close enough. I can’t turn the corner facing forward.”“Yeah. Remember to tell the next girl who comes to visit you so she doesn’t get her toes flattened. Hey! That wall is tox. You did this?”“I guess so.”“Maybe you can come over and paint my baby room. That’ll make him psycho for sure.” I was getting lost in Francie’s slang. Some words sounded familiar but I kept trying to apply definitions that were forty or fifty years old.“I ... uh ... don’t know if I can paint like that anymore. It’s like ... maybe I.