He closed his eyes again and listened. The tones brought him a quiet peace he hadn’t felt before. He noticed that his breathing had slowed. Sheldon ...tried making Indira’s sound. His tone was deeper but the vibration touched his neck and chest with serenity. His constant torment, a low grade tension headache, went missing in action. His shoulders relaxed. He sensed motion, a swaying or rocking in his upper body. He opened his eyes. He was holding steady as a rock. Indira had moved her tone up an. Everyone plugged their ears except Naia, who used her hands to cover Beth’s ears. Abella flew up into the sky, vanishing over the roof. Cecilia screamed, the whole world shaking with from the blast. The windows overlooking the garden spiderwebbed, and the water in the fountain billowed outward away from her. The temperature dropped, fog swirling around them in a vortex. Cecilia slammed her pelvis into Mike, cumming one last time with a spray of ectoplasm before bursting into tiny motes of light. He does have some sense (very little), so when he's arranging assignations with his mistress (i.e. Kennedy), I'm nowhere near. See what I mean about perceptions.First, I'm relieved, I'm not doing anything wrong. As the song says, if loving you is wrong, I don't want to be right. Kennedy is a heartless bitch, that's how I, and she, would describe her. She'd wear that label with pride. But, now what am I supposed to do?I did the only thing I could do, release the new Kennedy. The new Kennedy was. As you can tell i am a pretty weird guy. Well for some backstory when i was my friend and i were experimentingwith alchohol and we didnt really know what to do. It was my birthday. My friend Cody was staying the night. My parents were gone to the city (we lived in a small town, closest walmart was atleast a 4 hour drive) and my brothers were still in california with my grandma for a few months. My dad had bought me 2 liters of vodka and a 32 pack of beer. I thought that it was going to be a.