Yet he remained secretive, became withdrawn, began drinking heavily and ultimately the relationship crumbled. During the thirty minute drive to his ap...artment, Linda mulled over what the ex-wife had shared. Perhaps Fred Landry was hiding something from seven years ago. But what would that have to do with his daughterʼs death now? And what could elicit such violence?“Mr. Fred Landry?” she asked, standing at the door to the small seedy two room apartment.“Yeah, Iʼm Fred Landry. Who wants to know?”. On the wall was a crimson pentagram, lopsided and runny like egg yolks.She turned to him and took a drag on her cigarette, the end almost as bright as the flame that would have lit it. "What the fuck do you want?"Xavier sighed. "Satanist? Really? Is that your real belief or do you just do it to be a rebel? Are you just some poser that wants to look cool to the catholic schoolgirls? Why don't you just paint that big A for anarchy while you're at it." Fuck off." You people always make me laugh.. My sister spun on the bed shaking her ass at me."Fuck me brother."With my wife watching I pointed my cock at my little sister's wet pussy and pushed in."God that's so hot." Anne said as she began playing with my sister's breasts.I gave my sister long slow strokes, reaching bottom with force before pulling back out. My sister's pussy clenched tight with every thrust and she was moaning constantly."Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." She repeated over and over in increasing volume."Fuck your little. "I'm sure that Grady got asked the question by our staff admin clerk. She came by too, all hundred and ninety pounds of her, to visit and bring me a big tray of home-made cookies. Ronni DIDN'T leave while she was there. She stayed beside me, little touches showing I was HER possession. Sandra was happily married, but Ronni didn't know that until after Sandra left."You work with HER?" Ronni asked. She was trying to hide her concern."Yep. She's our administrator." I smiled."Did you ever ... you.