She stands up and faces me, grinning from ear to ear, fangs dripping, a slight trickle of blood leaking from her sweet lips, “Babe, that was incredi...ble! I feel so alive. I can feel it in my veins.” The fat guy’s ugly middle aged wife lays dead on the path, sucked dry. I reach Victoria and pull her head to me roughly by the front of her little hoodie. She sighs seductively and opens her mouth. I lick from her chin up to her lips, cleaning the trickle of warm blood. “It’s done, my queen,” I tell. "Sure!" She gathered her girlfriend up, saying, "Let's pick up the TV room." That was a nice bonus, I figured.I gave the boys the eye and Pete muttered, "Maybe we ought to check the basement," and he and Michael disappeared, too.That left Karen -- and I wanted it that way. I turned to her and said, "Why are you wearing clothes?"She was in a bra and panties, basically. "I, uh..." She looked flustered, then reached back and undid the bra and bent to step out of her panties."Sit," I directed,. Then they were louder. We heard surrender. Then acceptance, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me, George! Fuck me! I want your babies. Yes! Suck my nipples! Yes! Yes! My milk is for you. Let me give you babies and babies. OH, OH, Yes! Yes! AIEEEE! UUUU...Oh, Oh, Ahhhh."Much better that he should become a she to give life and joy not endless death, JUSTICE!Watching the wall size high definition television screen filled with the surveillance camera image of the former terrorist, panting with his legs up in. I noticed Poppa watching her. A few of the other men did, too. Pam told me that the prizes went to me, her, Jen, and then Momma Shirley according to our two husbands. They told her it was a close decision.After cleaning up from supper which Momma ate standing, we talked to our homes by radio. Then, it was time to hear some more of Arnold Ralston's story.Poppa Jack started the evening's reading. Poppa Jack said, "Arnold picks up the narrative a few days after the meeting."We passed a few days.