Lamont, I be thinkin, maybe we shuldn’t do her, keep her alive? Asked Cyrus.She could be our little fuck pig here. Good for suckin and fuckin.Then ...whe we tired of da bitch we can cut her up slow like.Man u and the cutting up shit.Fuck, don’t know. Damn, OK, lets call Doc Rosen. See what he can do.Whatever would happen Lisa would never be the same. She had seen her father. She had stood at the abyss. It seemed like a ledge, not knowing which way you would fall.Lisa had been where few living. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she gushed.“Hey! Fraternization! Molestation!” I called out playfully.Captain Prescott laughed. “I forget you are kids and then this happens.”“Something wrong?” I asked worriedly.Captain Prescott put his arms around Jessica in a loving way. “No,” he said.“I never expected this reaction,” I said carefully.Jessica giggled and then leaned away from Captain Prescott. “He’s not a bad man.”“I never said he was,” I replied. “I did think his management style was wrong. Wendy gasped as everyone shouted "Happy Birthday" upon her arrival.Tina and Angela came forward to take Wendy's hands and lead her to the table. Once she was seated each placed a kiss on her cheeks as Tristan pulled the covering from the cake it covered. The cake was in the shape of a bunny's head and Wendy laughed at it as Eddie pulled out a camera to snap a few quick pictures. Moments later eighteen candles merrily burned for a moment as we serenaded Wendy with the traditional song and. The very stating of it seems so ridiculous that I am almost struck dumb to speak it or put it to quill and paper.My former life as Mabel Mahoney in last half of the twentieth century was uppermost on my mind because I knew my mission prescribed by the guardian of Heaven's gate was my punishment for so many years of sinful boozing and doing the "Two Step Tango" with so many guys that I had totally lost track of them. The only thing that saved me was my "heart of gold" interior that often made an.