“Rich?” No response. Lysander sat bolt upright in his bed, chest heaving, covered in sweat. Milf sex The boy heard the small pop before he felt the sharp pain shoot up his leg. As he closed his eyes, it came to him. I will make you suffer. Something was wrong…something Lysander couldn’t put his finger on. Later that evening, the family sat down to dinner, including squeaky-clean and heavily disgruntled Mica. He looked like a strong one…Coulda used him.” He turned he gaze back to the boy, raising his pistol. “Good boy.” He then pulled the trigger, splattering the stove and counters behind the table with blood, brains, and fragments of bone. “Yes! Lysander caught his brother Richard’s eye, who winked silently at him. You’re a meanie Wy! He glanced at the steps, considering going down to investigate, but decided against it.
