He recognized the mold and woodwork of the Camp Crystal Lake entry sign. It was the sign he had torn from the posts that greeted counselors and childr...en to the lake. He had launched it away from him and watched it land on the roof of one of the cabins. There it had remained for years. The rage boiled inside him as he contemplated it. His eyes shifted back to the boy as his lips peeled away from rotted teeth behind his hockey mask. Jason gripped the handle of his machete. ‘Fuck yeah, bitch,’. . who does THAT with her own child has GOT to be insane, she thought in torment, tears rolling down her blushing cheeks.Suzy was so lost in thought that she didn't hear Jack enter the kitchen. He paused and looked his mom over with that special appreciation of a new lover. He saw her pretty silk robe molding to her voluptuous curves: her broad, womanly hips and saucy butt, so suggestive of fecundity; the swell of those marvelous puffy-nippled breasts straining against the thin fabric; the cute. "What type of mental issues does she have that makes her want to be with you"."Are you paying her to come and pretend to be your girlfriend? She is way too attractive to come for free." Did you bring her for me?" courtesy of Uncle Kevin, the old horndog."Is she staying when you leave? I'd like that."I went to the kitchen and rescued Melanie from the wine-filled clutches of the women surrounding her. Laughing and giggling, already half-way drunk, she snuggled up to me as I led her away to see. Visions of fluttering tongues that curled and probed with erotic ministrations and the welcoming patches of bushy black hair that surrounded their pretty pink pussies never failed to bring me to anticipatory hardness even when I was in total isolation alone with my remembrance of past conquests and the joys of carnal excesses of the flesh.From the first moment of my arrival at the International Airport in Tokyo, I could not help but notice the subtle changes in the scene around me. The influx.