Roger, removed the chicken from its cage and picked up the knife. I felt the tip of Alexander's cock at my arse-entry, and looked at lovely Hippolyte,... my exquisite milk chocolate delight, as I braced myself for what Miranda herself had warned me was great pain. "Now," I said, and as Hippolyte came to the pivotal part of her text, I felt my arse-hole expand with the head of Alexander's cock, whilst the blade flashed and blood spurted from the chicken onto my face as the wings of its headless. While we were in Nashville, I saw a shop called Sunsight Books and Good Stuff. It was a new age shop with books about herbs, rituals, palmistry, Tarot, and just about any other kind of woowoo stuff you wanted. They also had a lot of jewelry, crystals, and little accoutrements. I consulted with Rhonda when I saw the necklace and she agreed. It was really pricey, but it would be worth it. Monday would be Rose's golden birthday.It was Monday the twenty-first of December and darling Rose was. Everything had changed on that fateful evening. And she had nobody to blame but herself. She was so full of herself, so arrogant! When the maid had not ironed the dress she wanted to wear to her liking, she had grabbed the iron to hurl it at the young girl. The iron had opened, and the hot coals had dropped on her, igniting the wax paper collar which had been a fashionable accessory at the time.The burning collar left her cheek covered with scar tissue. The scars were not bright red anymore,. It paid off in swallowing pills now that I was an adult.Leah came back, a glass of water in hand. She was sipping it while the girls around us were all giggling, excited. It was clear that word of the party game had spread and they were interested in playing.I got out my supplies and pocketed Christina’s Viagra pill. I spotted her outside reading. I shook my head. It was her party, too, but she’d rather be in a book. I wanted to yank her in her and make her have fun, but maybe she was happy out.