"And yes she is. I'd havehad a hard time staying away myself back in the day," she admitted.He handed Kira her change. "You tell her to take care of h...erself andthose little ones," he said.Kira thanked him and went outside to join everyone else waiting in thecars.---------------------------------------------------------------Year 1 A.S. Day 46The institute was a large low building made from white painted cinderblock and concrete. What it had been before they turned it to thisparticular use Jenny. Well a sensuous monk, if that is not too great a contradiction, which does have ample historical precedent. My body has long separated me from other people and I have come to need some isolation and silence. I possess different monkish qualities than that of merely disdaining excessive possessions, though I really own very little for a man of my wealth. Accumulation of things does not interest me, accumulation of experience does. That is what Lynn had started out being: a new experience: the. Her cunt came a close second. In the briefest of intermissions, as I poured two steaming mugs of black coffee, she rolled gymnastically backwards till her knees clasped her half-ears then drank the cum that dripped from her innards. The mischievous wink was pure Mia. 'Waste not, want not, my mum always used to say.' The resource she craved I had in abundance. It was infinitely renewable. Unnaturally inexhaustible. I gave: she took. And fuck the consequences. I would cope with the fallout. I. He remembered about a month ago when a 35-year-old woman who was killed in a motorcycle accident was brought in. He could hardly stand it when he stripped her and smelled the aroma of her dead pussy. It drove him wild but Ralph was present and he couldn't do anything about his lust.He looked closely at her face, the shine had gone from her makeup when the skin below it died. Asleep. Little girl's asleep. Except for the awful whiteness. Dead whiteness. Her small breasts had remained perky and.