Let’s take the analogy one step further. Suppose you were the creator of the human race, and let them have the ability to choose what they want to d...o. Now, assume that someone, or some group, decides to destroy what you have created. Your love for the good creation will require the removal of the evil that is threatening your creation. If that evil cannot be changed to good, destruction of the evil is the most loving path for the good that you have created. You see, love can demand justice, to. The boy lay on the hearth his arms wrapped around the old dog, he could hear his mother and father talking in the kitchen, he gently stroked the old dog and kissed his gray muzzle.“I love you Hellhound” the boy whispered tears dripping down his face “I bet there’s a really nice dog heaven with lots of rabbits to chase” he blinked as a soft golden glow spread over Hellhound, “a boy should grow up with his best friend at his side, let him rest for a short while, soon he will be back to chasing. He glanced up and saw two female figures silhouetted on the drawn curtains, apparently still in their sleeping wear, and he slipped his revolver back into its holster and motioned for Turner to do the same. There was little to be gained by frightening these poor civilians worse than they had already been frightened. It was almost always the same on these calls ... break-in in progress. Before they could arrive on the scene, the burglar was long gone, probably hiding under a car somewhere three. ” She looks at you and you glance down at your crotch. She follows your gaze then stammers, “I’m sorry, I don’t…” I say, “Not now, of course. If you’re interested, you can find us after we land.” You take your hand out from under the blanket and slowly lick your fingers. She watches you and says, “You really shouldn’t be…” I say, “Shh, it’s our secret.” I lean closer to her and whisper, “As good as his fingers are, his lips and tongue are amazing.” She doesn’t know what to say so she walks.