Let them do their thing. We’re working together with the Michaelists, in some friendly competition, but not hostile or adversarial at all. The goal ...is to turn as many humans as possible into either Raptured saints or devils of Hell as quickly as we reasonably or realistically can. However, no one below fourteen is to be turned. They must reach that new age of majority and consent first. I’m giving the Michaelists a wide berth, letting them do their thing without direct confrontation or conflict. Well, Daddy took her and took her and took her. I guess she was unconscious at least twice last night. Anyway, as a big thrill, Mommy let me sleep beside her in their bed."When he turned off the light, Daddy went right to sleep with his hand cupping Mommy's gorgeous tit. Then she put my head on her shoulder and whispered to me. She said that I was created that way: Dad's glorious cum poured into her cunt and flooded her insides. A sperm found my egg, and with the help of God, I was. He was disgusted by the thought of it.“Ew! Why would you do that?” He said, looking at Joe. “That’s disgusting. Stop this and get out!”On his instructions, all of us stopped. We tried getting dressed, but Hodor didn’t let us. He simply told Adam to turn off the restaurant lights so that no one from outside could see. Further, Adam locked the main door from outside and walked away. Meanwhile, we got comfortable on the floor.The room was dark for people outside to see us but sufficiently. He happily scooped it all up and crammed in the back of one of the trucks for use in the red-light ranch of pleasure.The bins of seeds for just about any farm crop were all packed up and transported back to their headquarters. It was far too early to be thinking about anything except grabbing whatever they could from the remnants of a halted society.They made it back without any incident and Desmond sent out watchers to make sure the roads into the town were free of military forces or any other.