#i have quenched my thirst for the cow boy for now

[belpheroo]

Title: Fear & Loving in Devildom, Part 1 Pairing: Belphegor x MC Rating: 🍋 Summary: Belphie is guilt-ridden, but also horny. Funny how often those two things coincide when you catch feels for the girl you killed. Notes: Another sequel to A “maybe” and On the Way to a “Yes”. Why do all my mature fics have pictures? No idea. But enjoy this edit of Belphie with an “o” blush. This... is basically a pwp at this point.

In hindsight, perhaps the kiss was ill-advised.

This was the first thought that slipped through Belphegor’s mind when he woke up, a human girl asleep in his bed, wrapped up tightly in blankets to keep her roaming hands at bay. Having to result to bunting in this day and age was truly incredible, but so was this girl’s intense desire to get him out of his clothes.

This. This was his punishment. His personally designed hell within Hell.

That is what he told himself as he lay, aching and wanting underneath her just the night before. He’d even risked touching her as she did him, over her clothes, but still enough to make his body respond and thrum with heat. She had gotten her hand down between them, palming him through his pants before he managed to tear her hands away and roll over to recover, half curled in on himself and groaning with frustration.

Just take me, she had said. Brazen, foolish, irresponsible human. She had no idea what that meant when spoken to a demon. He couldn’t be his own self-control and hers!

Instead, she ended up straight jacketed into a fluffy blanket and he counted backwards from 5000 until his body calmed and he felt sleepy again instead of wired and awake.

Like he said. Hell.

—

Of all the people who had to understand humans in… this matter, Asmo was Belphegor’s only hope. He caught his brother between RAD classes and he was all too happy to take in the gossip.

“There is this… student.” Belphegor began carefully.

“Hmm?” Asmo hummed, eyes sparkling with interest.

“She�� we… okay, look. We kiss. We touch, but she keeps pushing for more and I don’t know how to talk her out of it.”

Asmo looked positively beaming and the sight alone made Belphegor start to think he had made a huge mistake.

“Aww, Belphie! I’m sure if you just explain to her that you aren’t ready she will listen! Though I can’t imagine what is holding you back…”

“Oh no, I’m ready. I’m always one provocation away from fucking her to death, that’s the problem. I gotta get her to stop wanting me so I don’t get the opportunity.”

Asmo stared, silent and wide eyed.

“… is that a euphemism for your eagerness or an actual concer—“

“Actual concern.”

“Why in the world do you think having sex with her will kill her?”

“Overzealousness? Superior strength? Going demon in the moment?”

“Really?!” Asmo gasped for dramatic effect, “You think you would? Sheesh, you really do wanna bang this girl!”

“Immensely.”

“Good! I’m so proud of you! Though… I still don’t get why you think that would hurt her. A good ole RAD girl isn’t going to wilt like a delicate flower over you, Belphie. You aren’t exactly Lucifer.”

Ah. Asmo thought he was referring to another demon. Why wouldn’t he? There was only one human female in Devildom. He thought to just come out with it, to say who it was, but then it struck him that within a day every one of his brother’s would know his predicament and if Lucifer heard he’d be imprisoned in that damn attic for the rest of his life.

This was… a calculated error.

“Yeah. Uh. Guess you’re right. Just… been awhile.” Belphegor said, trying to back off the topic.

“I’ll say. I never pegged you for the type, Belphie.” Asmo said, tone going sing-song as he waggled an eyebrow at him.

“Well if you need any fun treats for the occasion you just let me know. I have a whole assortment of condoms, flavored and regular! Also some things to help spice things up… but maybe we’ll save that for your second or third go.”

“…I regret speaking to you.”

Asmo clapped his hands together joyfully, “Then my job is done!”

—

By the end of the day, Belphegor actually had considered for half a second turning himself into Lucifer on his own. He dreaded each ticking hour, knowing full well she would come bouncing up to him, smiling slyly with her greedy little mitts ready to grip and pull and hold him down while she sealed her lips over his again and again the moment they were alone.

He’d fallen asleep once during a make-out session. That’s how often this madness was occurring, but he liked it too much to stop. He liked her too much to stop. The time where he had supervised visits with her was long over by now and with how little time they had left until the end of the year, Belphegor treasured every single moment he had her all to himself.

And yet, he was wracked with anxiety that he’d hurt her. Again.

Classes ended for the day and sure enough by the time he was halfway back inside the House of Lamentation she was waiting for him.

“Beel is in your guys’ room.” She said, and Belphegor made a soft sound of understanding.

“And Mammon might come poking around if we go to my room.”

He knew where this was going.

“Soooo… you wanna go take a nap in the a t t i c?” She spelled out the word, careful to keep her voice down with the other brothers funneling back home.

“I’ll just go nap in my room.” Belphegor said, trying to keep his voice even and nonchalant.

“…oh. Okay.”

Belphegor restrained a groan at the disappointment in her voice, shooting a direct line of guilt into his chest.

“You can still come with me,” he continued, “Beel would be happy to get some time alone too.”

She pouted, but kept her voice quiet, “Belphie, I want a kiss.”

“You always do.” He said, meaning to sound begrudgingly affectionate, but instead it came out more exasperated. Her cheeks flushed but it had nothing to do with embarrassment.

“I think I’ll just go hang out with Mammon then. You go take your nap.”

He felt his heart sink a fraction.

“… you don’t do the same kinda stuff with Mammon do you?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She said, voice stiffening and doing nothing to ease the faint edge of jealousy spreading in his chest.

“I mean, do you ask him to kiss you?”

“Sometimes!” She said, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one side as she cocked her hip.

“I like Mammon. I hug and kiss people I like.”

“… are you serious?” His voice was hushed but harsh.

“It’s not like I belong to you, Belphegor.”

It wasn’t intentional, but within a second there was a sudden surge of a sulfuric smell and his visage changed, horns curling at his temples and his tail swishing violently around his ankles until it snaked out and wrapped around her ankle. She yelped, stumbling so that he had to catch her.

“What did you say?” He hissed, holding her tightly against his chest, his grip unyielding and hard enough to make her breath flutter in her chest.

“…I don’t belong to you.” She repeated, voice low and her eyes narrowed. There was no fear in her tone and in her gaze was a familiar heated sparkle that jarred Belphegor with recognition.

She was toying with him.

“Upstairs. Now.”

Her lips spread into a sensuous smile, self-satisfied and smug.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” She said, pulling back. Belphegor refused to let her go for a few seconds, just to remind her of the strength in his arms and that she would leave when he allowed it.

The sudden possessiveness passed him as quickly as it came and he let go of her quickly, remembering himself and trying to quell the anxious feeling that had replaced the emotion in his chest.

Belphegor gave her a wilting look, shoulders sagging just a fraction in disappointment at himself for being so easily baited. Regardless, he followed her up the stairs, trying to keep his eyes off the way she was deliberately swaying her hips with each excited little half jump up the steps.

When they got to the attic door she turned to press her back against the wood, hands behind her back on the doorknob.

“I don’t really do that stuff with Mammon.”

Belphegor said nothing.

“Just you.”

He made a gruff sound, stepping forward and pressing against her as he took hold of the doorknob over her hand and pushed it open. She stumbled, but kept herself up right with a giggle as she unzipped her jacket and tossed it on the floor before sitting on the edge of his old bed.

She was working on the little snap buttons on the side of her ankle boots, kicking them off with a smile as she leaned back on the heels of her palms.

She spread her thighs open slightly, flashing her panties from beneath her RAD uniform skirt. They were pastel pink and made with delicate lace. Slowly she slipped her thumb under the hem of her thigh-high socks, sliding them down just the smallest fraction.

“You still wanna nap?”

He said her name, not soft and sensuous but firm and serious. Her expression changed, brow furrowing slightly as she slowly closed her legs.

“…We need to talk.”

“Uh-oh.”

“I’m sorry, it’s not… it’s nothing bad it’s just—“

“Belphie.” She sat up, raising a hand to stop him. Her other hand patted the side of the bed next to her, “C’mere. I’ll behave myself, I promise.”

Her tone had changed too and it was enough to help ease the tension arching through his body. With a sigh, Belphegor sulked over and sat next to her, shoulders falling forward.

“I’m not dumb, Belphie. I know something is up, but I figured when you were ready you’d just tell me… which was probably not how I should have handled it.”

She gently took his hand within hers and after a moment, he curled his fingers around her own.

“I like you. I really like you, Belphie. I wanna be with you because I like you so much, not because I’m… ya know.”

“Insatiable?”

“I was gonna say ‘thirsty as fuck’ but that sounds better!”

Belphegor chuckled despite himself and her smile became genuine and amused. It helped relax him.

“I still don’t get you.”

“Because of what happened?”

“Not specifically. I’m worried that…”

Why was it so hard to say to her? He’d told Asmo easily but now looking at her he felt the words get caught in his throat.

“You’re worried if we’re intimate you’ll accidentally hurt me.”

Belphegor sighed.

“Demons are stronger than humans. When our emotions are heightened that raises ten-fold.”

She smiled and suddenly burst into a fit of giggles. Belphegor started at her, wide eyed.

“You’re just so unbelievably sweet, you know that?”

He sputtered because he did not know that! A scowl flashed over his face as he shook his head.

“That is not a word anyone has used to describe me for a very, very long ass time.”

“There is absolutely no way you’re going to hurt me you big idiot.”

“Y-you don’t know that!”

She only laughed, leaning in to rest her cheek against his shoulder. He stiffened, sitting up straighter as he felt his face go hot. How could she laugh at him over this?! It was a serious situation!

“You do love me.” She said, rubbing her cheek against him, “Sometimes I wondered, ya know? You’re always so damn aloof!”

Belphegor didn’t even know what to say, opening and closing his mouth several times before he settled on a frustrated groan.

“…you don’t understand anything, per usual.”

She sat back from him, a curious look on her face as he turned towards her. She yelped as he shoved her down, pinning her to the bed, his hand gently finding its way around her neck and keeping her firmly in place. He straddled her thighs, using his own legs to keep her down before looming over her with a look in his eyes that made her pulse jump beneath his hand.

“‘Love’ doesn’t begin to describe what I want. I have owned your death and now I would own your life. Your body. The very depths of your soul. I want everything you have to give, I want the things you wouldn’t give to anyone else.”

His hand tightened, but not enough to cut off her breathing. The placement of his hand did more to cut off her blood flow then her breath, making her head spin as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

Belphegor leaned down to press a kiss to them, her eyelid fluttering shut beneath his lips.

“Are you prepared for that? Are you ready for what it means to be mine? …I don’t know if you are.”

He kissed her, gentle and slow. The softness of the kiss was cut short suddenly when she set her teeth into his bottom lip, sharp and hard enough to almost draw blood. Belphegor jerked back, a growl in his throat. She smiled mischievously up at him.

“Careful. I bite.”

“You’ll beg too.”

His voice was a low rumble, turning her head to the side and latching his teeth to the side of her bare neck. He was not gentle, sucking fiercely until he was certain the skin would be bruised and red. She whimpered, but the sound was more pleasure than pain as he worried the sore spot with his tongue.

“Belphie…” she keened, “…make a pact with me.”

“Finally,” He said, breath hot on her skin, “You begin to understand.”

“Give yourself to me.”

“That’s my line.” Belphegor whispered, releasing her neck and gently running his fingertips through her hair. She mirrored the touch, trailing her hand into the hair at the back of his neck and curling her fingers there. Her other hand rubbed a path up his chest, massaging into his skin as she fisted his shirt into her grip.

“It’s mine too.”

—

How had he resisted this for so long? How could he have denied himself the touch of her bare skin against his? She was so unbelievably soft, despite the harshness in which she gripped her thighs around his waist. Her nipples pebbled hard when he pressed his chest against hers. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs against his hips, but he’d yet to possess her yet. Belphegor was more focused on leaving his mark on her neck and across her collarbone, making her as spotted as himself.

Her hand curled at the base of one of his horns, finger brushing against the ridges of it. He liked her touch there, his tail curling around her calf gently if only to give himself another point of contact.

The pact was already made. The sensation of connection was strong now, tying him to her and her whims, though she had yet to make use of it. She liked him being in control, she liked him making decisions for her in this moment, letting her just enjoy the sensation of touch.

She’d left a mark of her own, right at the juncture of his shoulder and his neck, but Belphegor would wear such a bite with pride, even if he did give her a small punishing spank to the side of her thigh when she gave it to him.

“C’mon… c’mon…” she panted, rocking her hips against him in a bid to slide the length of him up against her core.

“So impatient.” Belphegor said with a soft laugh, “You make it so difficult to treat you nicely.”

He hefted her up, turning unto his side and then his back. He sunk comfortably into the bed, hands stroking up and down her thighs as she sat above him.

“Take care of it yourself… I’m tired.”

“Lazy cow.” She mumbled, but hardly had a reason to complain now that she was in the perfect position to get exactly what she wanted. He rose up his hand and smacked her on the backside, earning himself a rock of her hips.

“Come here then.” She sighed, sitting up on her knees. Her hand wrapped around him, taking her time to feel the soft silky skin and admire how hard it was beneath it. Belphegor hummed contently, kneading his hands into her hips as she guided the tip of him between her legs, letting his head just barely kiss her folds.

She was ungodly wet, using his head to rub against her swollen bud before she pushed him back towards her entrance and slipped down, inch by delicious inch. His tail tightened around her leg, his throat working as a groan wracked through his throat at the sheer tightness. The hot, textured feel of her walls, clutching and spasming as she adjusted to him was as close to the celestial realm as he was ever going to get again.

Belphegor ran his hand up her stomach to her breast, gently palming over the soft delicate skin and thumbing her nipple until it was swollen and pink.

She rocked a few times, slipping him in to the hilt until she was sitting perfectly flush against his hips. She rested one hand back on her own calf, leaning back to angle her hips just so. Belphegor took the time to admire where they were connected, wet and glistening. She rose and fell slightly and he moaned at the mere sight of himself disappearing into her.

She sought out his hand with her other, lacing their fingers together as she lifted again and slid down onto him in slow, agonizing thrusts. He let the hand on her breast fall to her hip, helping to hold her steady as he occasionally lifted his hips to push up into her when she came down.

Her face was a picture of absolute ecstasy, lips parted and kiss swollen, skin flushing prettily from her cheeks down to her chest. She was always so god damned lewd, but nothing about this was for show. Belphegor knew he looked positively wrecked himself, expression painted with the pleasures of comfort and sex.

They moved together, slow and relaxed and relishing in the simple enjoyment of being connected. She’d been right. Belphegor had never felt so safe. From himself and from the world. Here with her, here inside her… he had never felt so perfectly content. Her soft chants of ‘yes’ and quiet moans was a sweeter sound than any angelic choir.

Her breath came quicker, head lolling slightly to the side as she lost herself in the rise and fall of her own hips. Her pace was losing its steady rhythm, going fast and then slow as she found an angle that made his head rub right up against the bundle of nerves against her upper walls. Her thighs trembled as she whimpered out a soft cry. She was clutching tighter now, unrelenting and steadily rising as her thrusts became shallow and short.

Belphegor pushed his shoulders down into the bed, bracing himself as he rocked upwards, edging her on as her pink skin turned ever more red and blotchy.

“Fuck… I’m going to cum. Belphie… Belphie…” She gasped with complete abandon, “Belphie, I’m going to cum.”

God dammit, if she kept talking like that, so was he. He smoothed his hand down from her hip to her center, pressing the pad of his thumb firmly against her clit. He didn’t even have to rub, the touch alone snapped the cord of tension, spasms wracking over her body and clutching their way down the shaft of him as she broke apart.

Belphegor’s eyelids fluttered closed just so she wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing his eyes roll back in his head. His balls pulled tight against him as his cock flexed and jerked and he came inside her. Belphegor held back a cry in his throat at just how rapidly he was spurting, pulsating erratically as she practically milked each drop from him. Exhaustion nearly immediately overtook him, but he resisted the burden of his Avatar through sheer force of will.

“Ow…Bel…your tail..” She mumbled, tugging gently at the side of his tail. He had wrapped it around her so tightly her skin was indenting. Belphegor let go immediately, holding an arm around her to keep her in place as he sat up and checked the damage.

“M’okay.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck and nuzzling her nose against his hairline, damp with sweat. Belphegor sighed with relief, hands running up her back and down a few times before he wrapped his arms around her.

“You okay?” She asked, voice quiet in his ear.  He nodded, strands of his hair tickling her cheek as he did so.

“I love you.” Belphegor said, as simple and direct as if he were stating the sky were blue. She wouldn’t have expected it any other way.

“Goodie.” She said with a deep breath, giving her hips a little wiggle around him. He was still hard, but knew he would soften soon. Belphegor felt the slow slide of wetness as his own cum slid down his shaft from inside her, messy and warm.

“You feel so good.” She cooed, pressing kisses to his neck, open and hot.

Alright. Maybe it wouldn’t be that soon.

—

She used the pact to tap out by the sixth round, thighs creamy and wet and trembling. Shame. He had hoped to make it a solid seven.

[beaudeanw]

Hello, I was wondering what are your theories after watching the trailer?

I am really hoping that there will be some sort of reference to Homelander's milk addiction, like someone makes a comment about it - I'm looking at either Soldierboy or Butcher.

I wonder if Butcher is actually going to go to Homelander because he's got powers or if that's just a red herring with the trailer...also I reckon there might be something between Crimson Countess and Soldierboy, idk why but I just feel like there might be something there? Also how in this shot:

His eyes don't match the expression on his mouth, so I'm wondering what is happening here. Is it possible that he'll make it through the season or will it just be one season for him?

On a side note according to Seven on 7, soldier boy starred in a film called Red Thunder during the 80s, does that mean something happened and he disappeared either alone or did he have sort of agreement with vought? I felt like at first he kinda went into hiding because he despises vought and perhaps Homelander but he also doesn't like the Boys but idk....considering he'd be very American and fought the Nazis what did he think of Stormfront?

Hi. I will try to answer all of this point by point. First of all I think Homelander is not gonna be in a good position this season. I think the events of finale has devastated him. He loved stormfront and he also has some serious mommy issues. In last 2 seasons we can see how women in his life has manipulated him both madelyn & stormfront. I think we will go deeper into that now that there doesn't seem to be anyone who can fill that place. In the trailer we see him milking a cow which like he is trying to quench his thirst for milk. I am also predicting some serious drama between homelander and starlight. I am very curious about how the relationship will be between homelander and queen maeve as she has threatened him last season with the clip of airplane from S1.

Coming to butcher. I was never expecting that they would give him actual powers but reading some theories and what karl said, it makes sense. He has nothing to lose anymore. He only has Ryan to protect which he promised to Becca. He is becoming the monster in order to defeat the monster he hates. Also he hates himself enough that he is becoming the thing he hates. Him going to Homelander seems like he is challenging him. Karl said that both Butcher and Homelander are not happy with status quo and want to shake things up. So that's probably it. They are challenging each other for a fight. All the past techniques against each other are boring to them now & they are ready to go to the extremes. Actually when you think about it, both of them lost a lot in S2 finale.

I also think that there might be something between soldier boy and crimson countess. But in my opinion it would be more of like crimson countess loves him but he doesn't care about her. I don't expect a character that has been called homelander before homelander to actually care about anyone else except him. I don't know how terrible she can be but boy she blow up a whole person in public. I think she can be terrible but she will also be very pitiful. I also think Soldier Boy can potentially use her for his own benefit. Use her emotions.

Now coming to this expression here

You are right. His eyes don't match his expressions on his mouth. It looks like he has tears in his eyes as he is smiling through. As you can see he is directly looking into the camera. So it seems like he has to smile & he is trying very hard to not give away how he is feeling. You can also that his lip twitches a little here. I am curious to about what is happening here. I know one of the major themes this season is gonna be Toxic Masculinity. So it's probably like Boys don't cry. Men don't cry. They have to hide their emotions. I am curious about if he is feeling any remorse. Does he have PTSD from wars? What's happening here? Also if you notice there is someone with blonde hair next to him. Either it's Crimson Countess. Or it's Liberty. I am actually hoping for Liberty this season because I want to see Jensen and Aya sharing a scene. We know he knew her when she was liberty. But I can be wrong here.

Now coming to the last point here. Yes his last film was Red Thunder. I think we know about this apparently Vought declared in 1983 that Soldier Boy is dead. He died in a war and became a martyr, an American hero for public. But the reality is very different. As we can see in the trailer, he wakes up. He is tied very tightly. He has an oxygen mask on his face which he removes. So seems like he was locked up somewhere. Maybe by Vought themselves. It would be interesting to see what causes him to wake up after years. Does Vought need him now to remove the allegations of N*zi ties considering Soldier Boy killed N*zis by a dozen during WW2. Does The Boys gang find him out & try to become partners with him. I think both possibilities are there.

There is also a shot in the trailer where a person is looking at a newspaper clip saying "A Life of Service, Our Fallen Soldier Boy". Curious about who this person is? Is this MM? Or someone we don't know yet perhaps.

It would be interesting to see what Soldier Boy can reveal about Vought's past & how the revelation that he is alive and his presence in the modern world would impact the present & the plot of this season. I also think there is some chance of him coming back as Jensen said that they haven't closed the doors to the character. I guess we will see.

[newstfionline]

Desperate Rohingya swim 2.5 miles from Myanmar to Bangladesh

By Bernat Armangue, AP, November 13, 2017

SHAH PORIR DWIP, Bangladesh--Nabi Hussain owes his life to a yellow plastic oil container.

The 13-year-old Rohingya boy couldn’t swim, and had never even seen the sea before fleeing his village in Myanmar. But he clung to the empty container and struggled across the water with it for about 2 1/2 miles, all the way to Bangladesh.

Rohingya Muslims escaping the violence in their homeland of Myanmar are now so desperate that some are trying to swim to safety in neighboring Bangladesh. In just a week, more than three dozen boys and young men used cooking oil containers like life rafts to swim across the mouth of the Naf River and wash up ashore in Shah Porir Dwip, a fishing town and cattle trade spot.

“I was so scared of dying,” said Nabi, a lanky boy in a striped polo shirt and checkered dhoti. “I thought it was going to be my last day.”

Although Rohingya Muslims have lived in Myanmar for decades, the country’s Buddhist majority still sees them as invaders from Bangladesh. The government denies them basic rights, and the United Nations has called them the most persecuted minority in the world. Just since August, after their homes were torched by Buddhist mobs and soldiers, more than 600,000 Rohingya have risked the trip to Bangladesh.

“We had a lot of suffering, so we thought drowning in the water was a better option,” said Kamal Hussain, 18, who also swam to Bangladesh with an oil container.

Nabi knows almost no one in this new country, and his parents back in Myanmar don’t know that he is alive. He doesn’t smile and rarely maintains eye contact.

Nabi grew up in the mountains of Myanmar, the fourth of nine children of a farmer who grows paan, the betel leaf used as chewing tobacco. He never went to school.

The trouble started two months ago when Rohingya insurgents attacked Myanmar security forces. The Myanmar military responded with a brutal crackdown, killing men, raping women and burning homes and property. The last Nabi saw of his village, all the homes were on fire.

Nabi’s family fled, heading toward the coast, passing dead bodies. But when they arrived at the coast with a flood of other Rohingya refugees, they had no money for a boat and a smuggler.

Every day, there was less food. So after four days, Nabi told his parents he wanted to swim the delta to reach the thin line of land he could see in the distance--Shah Porir Dwip.

His parents didn’t want him to go. One of his older brothers had left for Bangladesh two months ago, and they had no idea what had happened to him. They knew the strong currents could carry Nabi into the ocean.

Eventually, though, they agreed, on the condition that he not go alone. So on the afternoon of Nov. 3, Nabi joined a group of 23 other young men, and his family came to see him off.

“Please keep me in your prayers,” he told his mother, while everyone around him wept.

Nabi and the others strapped the cooking oil containers to their chests as floats, and stepped into the water just as the current started to shift toward Bangladesh. The men stayed in groups of three, tied together with ropes. Nabi was in the middle, because he was young and didn’t know how to swim.

Nabi remembers swallowing water, in part because of the waves and in part to quench his thirst. The water was salty. His legs ached. But he never looked behind him.

Just after sundown, the group reached Shah Porir Dwip, exhausted, hungry and dehydrated.

Nabi is now alone, one of an estimated 40,000 unaccompanied Rohingya Muslim children living in Bangladesh. He looks down as he speaks, just a few feet from the water, and murmurs his biggest wish:

“I want my parents and peace.”

Late afternoon on the next day, authorities spotted a few dots in the middle of the water. It was another group of Rohingya swimming to Bangladesh with yellow plastic containers. They arrived at the same time as a pack of cattle--except that the cows came by boat.

[ecotone99]

Milkman’s the name and milking’s the game.

It’s funny having a pseudonym like “The milkman” especially since I’ve never actually seen a cow. Not in real life at least. Horrid creatures in my opinion and dumb as a rock. I’m a milkman for the elite,the high rollers and upper class of society. Most of my business is in the USA but I have parlors set up now in various countries all around the globe.

Business is booming and It’s growing rapidly. Daddy always said I was ambitious. I was even voted most likely to succeed in high school fancy that. How right they were. My business has a net worth of 3.8million dollars and it is estimated to double in the next 12 months. I guess that’s enough bragging. I try to be modest as it’s a quality people seem to admire. What is it I do exactly?

Let me explain...

I milk people !...

Not in the conventional sense of course. I don’t think human milk is worth that much really and I imagine it tastes simply dreadful.

Milk is just a word we use for vague anonymity. To keep any unwanted folks from sticking there big noses where they don’t belong. Instead of milking parlors let’s call them blood banks.That’s far more accurate. Currency ain’t green oh no it’s a shiny liquid crimson.

I have a never ending supply that they lap up like a kitten that got the cream. It use to be a messy business, bodies piling up children vanishing endless runaways. Tiring work dangerous and unreliable. Feds poking around in places they were not wanted.

That was until I came along and revolutionized the industry so to speak. Applying a business model like you would to any other company. I took my clients from the alleyways and run down warehouses where they had been hunting and draining their produce and got organized. I hired a team and bought equipment and secluded properties.

Pop up donation banks where my clients come to feed and obviously make contributions. Complete and utter privacy is a given. We never open in the same place twice but be assured we will quench your thirst and take the dirty out of dirty-work.

Children’s blood has the highest value and you would be surprised of the health benefits.

The WHO are masters of deceit. They know the facts but hide the truth that a terrified child produces certain chemicals in high amounts that flood their blood stream and when it’s consumed it’s almost magical. I won’t go into the science of it but believe me it’s quite the revelation.

Intense euphoria increased strength reversed affects of aging the list goes on. Like anything that makes you feel good it’s quite addictive so if you have a client once you have that client for life. The affects of withdrawal are startling and as any good business knows it’s better to focus on the positives. So you probably want to know about the process and how we uh scare said children. Each one is different. Foster parents orphanages etc usually monitor our livestock and take note of any fears that occasionally arise.

We use this information to our advantage so we can plan ahead. Let’s take mark for example. On arrival to our bank our staff will receive his file. It’s all very official on the surface it has to be nowadays.

Mark Sex : male Age :9 Fears :confined places,loud noise.

That’s all we needed to know to be honest. He fitted our order perfectly.

Mark arrived with his foster mother, a regular client who has been with me for years. At the age of 67 she didn’t look a day over 19. She and her husband are political scientists and that’s as much as I can reveal. Patient confidentiality and all that. They even have shares in the company.

They entered the pop up donation bank leaving Mark alone in the small waiting area while we exchanged pleasantries. This alone had increased his stress levels but we needed to take it to the next level. The door crashed open as planned and a masked man grabbed Mark before he could even whimper. Dragged him outside where a car was waiting. He was then shoved into the dark cramped trunk and driven around the block a few times. I’m not a complete animal and try not to permanently injure my livestock.

The car arrives back and the trunk is beaten with rolled up newspaper so the boy can’t hear himself think . In the darkness and confines of his temporary prison his fear reaches boiling point. He is then ripped from trunk, a sack cloth placed over his head and brought back inside. An IV is inserted and we take as much blood as is safely possible. Simples!

We usually put them to sleep afterwards it helps them forget Or if there hysterical. Unfortunately some never forget but the increased level of anxiety and fear is an extra bonus. There are other more extreme measures but I don’t want to frighten you. The more extreme the fear the more potent the juice so to speak. It’s not your everyday people that use my services that’s for sure. Senators ,actors ,musicians, even presidents. Blood is a rich mans delicacy. You don’t truly believe surgery and diet keeps them so youthful do you?

It helps of course but nothing comes remotely close to our infused power smoothie from the blood of an orphan. My product is more powerful more effective than any surgery available on the market. Non intrusive simple and effective. Our permanent livestock that reside on some of our premises are highly secure and monitored at all times. We have open days where you can play with your food if you will. Apply your own methods of torture before extraction. This adds to the sense of community within and helps people to get to know each other and provide a safe place for the most elite to even make important decisions about the future of our country.

Our clients usually look out of place in our stable and barn like structures under the intense glow of large fluorescent lights. Everything was going exactly as planned. Things could not of been flowing more smoothly if I tried. That was until I purchased that damm boy. How can one boy cause so much chaos and destruction in less than a week.

I’ve had to hire some extra staff this week because of this boy and his containment breach but we will find him and the previous methods of extraction will be like a tickle compared to what’s to come.

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The Coeval (Coming Together) Of EsaAS and MahdiAS Is Impossible (Ahadees)

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

And he (EsaAS) shall be a known sign for the Hour. Therefore have no doubt concerning it. And follow Me (Allah). This is the right path. (Az-Zukhruf, 43: 61)

1. Hazrath Jafar As-SadiqRA narrates that the ProphetSLM is narrated to have said, How can that Ummah perish, when I (MuhammadSLM) am at its beginning, Mahdi in its middle, and 'Masih (IsaAS) at its end. (Razeen, Haakim, Abu Nayeem,

Mishkat, Kanz ul Ummal, Alkanji, Al Arbali, Ibn-e-Asakir- Tareeq Damishq, Al Maghazli - Manaqib Ali, alkinji - Albayan, Jama al Suyuti, Al Juwaini - Faraid ul Sumtain fi fazail al Sabtain, al Alai - Al tahseel-Jalaluddin Suyuti - Tareeq-ul-Khulafa).

2. Hazrath AnasRZ narrates the ProphetSLM is narrated to have said, whoever of you finds Esa Bin MaryanAS convey my Salaam to him. (Haakim)

3. The ProphetSLM is narrated to have said, what will be your state of affairs, when EsaAS will descend among you, and lead you in prayers. (Sahih Muslim)

4. Hazrath Abu Sayeed KhudriRZ narrates the ProphetSLM is narrated to have said, When Bai’ah is given for two Khalifa’s, slay the last one who takes the Bai’ah (because his Khilafat is batil with the presence of the first Khalifa). (Sahih Muslim)

5. Hazrath Syedna Huzaifa Asad GhifariRZ narrates, while we were discussing the ProphetSLM came to us and asked, what you were discussing? We replied, we were talking about Qayamah. He said Qayamah will not be established until 10 signs are not seen before it, then he narrated about smoke, Dajjal, the animals on earth, the rising of the sun from West, the descending of EsaAS, the coming of Gog and Magog, the sinking of earth at 3 places i.e. the penetration of earth, one in East, another in West and the third one in the Arabian Peninsula, and after all these signs a fire will be born it will start from Yemen herding the people and take them towards Mahshar (Mahshar is the land in Syria). (Sahih Muslim)

6. Hazrath Nawas Bin SammanRZ narrates, one morning the ProphetSLM narrated about Dajjal, sometime he shortened it and sometimes he lengthened (i.e. sometimes he cut short and sometimes he said this fitna is a big one, sometimes he spoke in low voice, sometimes his voice was raised) until we thought the Dajjal might be hiding in between the group of date trees. In the evening when we went to see the ProphetSLM he enquired about (the fear on) our faces. He asked, how are you, we replied O! ProphetSLM you have mentioned about Dajjal and sometimes you shortened and sometimes went into the details, we thought Dajjal might be hiding in between the group of date trees (i.e. his coming is near). The ProphetSLM replied, apart from Dajjal I fear from many other things on you (regarding the trials and infightings). If I am alive and Dajjal appears then I will face him first (I will fight him) and save you from his mischief. If he appears and I am no more in between you, every Muslim Man should face him and Allah will be Khalifa and defender on every Muslim Man. But Dajjal is young with curly hairs, his eyes are protruded similar to Abdul Uzza Bin Qattan. Whoever of you finds Dajjal should recite the opening verses of Surah Kahf over him. Definitely, he will appear the route in between Syria and Iraq spreading evil on his left and right side. O! Servants of Allah, stay firm on faith, the companions asked, O! MessengerSLM of AllahSWT how long will he be on Earth? For 40 days, he replied. Each day will be equal to a year, each day will be equal to a month, each day will be equal to a week, and the remaining days would be similar to yours (i.e. as per our days Dajjal will exist for 1 year, 2 months and 14 days). The companions asked, O! ProphetSLM the day that is equal to a year, on this day we would be suffice with only one day of prayers? HeThe Coeval of EsaAS and MahdiAS is Impossible (Ahadees) Compiled by Team

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said, No! On this day (the prayers of the year) (Now clocks are available and time can easily be measured). Imam

NowawiRA says, if the ProphetSLM would not clearly said about this, it was thought that offering of only 5 prayers was

sufficient on this day, because in each day and night how long it might be, Allah has made only 5 prayers obligatory,

but this thought was nullified on the basis of nus i.e. as per Qur’anic injunction. The translator says, on the planet

Earth on the 9th degree from the equator where the sunrise is similar to morning, this place has 6 months day and 6

months night. So a complete day and night equals to a whole year. For example if a man reaches to that place and

survives, he has to offer only 5 prayers in a whole year. The companions asked, O! ProphetSLM how he will walk on

earth? He replied, like this cloud, which is driven by wind from behind. He would come to a Qaum community and

would invite them, they will bring faith on him and would follow him, he will direct the skies and it will start raining

and on his command the earth will bring forth grass and grains. On dusk when their cattle returns their horns will be

longer than before, udders would be spread (with milk) and their bellies would be arched (i.e. too fat). Then Dajjal will

visit another Qaum community, he will invite them also but they will not accept his words, he will move away from

them, draught and starvation will befall upon them. Their hands would be empty nothing of their wealth would be

left with them. When Dajjal walks on barren land he will say, O earth! Bring forth your treasures, the treasure would

appear and gather around him similar to honey Bees, which gather around the Queen Bee. Then he will call a young

man and would cut him into 2 pieces with a single strike of sword with perfect aim. Then he will bring him back to life

and would call him, with this the boy will come jumping with a smiling face. Dajjal would be in this condition and

suddenly Allah will send down Hazrath EsaAS. EsaAS would descend in the city of Damascus at the eastern side near the

white minaret, he would be draped in yellow dress. Both his hands would be resting the shoulders of two angels,

when EsaAS bends his head sweat will drip, when he lifts his head the drops will fall like pearls, wherever the fragrance

of EsaAS reaches the infidels would die. His fragrance would reach till the extent of his sight, and then he would start

searching for Dajjal until he finds him at Bab-e-Ludd (this mount is situated in Syria) and he would kill Dajjal. Then

those people will come out towards EsaAS whom Allah had saved them from the trials of Dajjal. Then he will soothe

their faces with his palms and will give them glad tidings of their high stations, which were kept for them in Paradise.

He will be in this condition, Allah will send inspiration to him saying, “I have brought out my servants, nobody has the

strength to fight with them, and you take them towards the mount of Tur for refuge”, and Allah will send Gog and

Magog and they will come out from all peaks. Before them people will cross over the river of Tibristan and would

drink all of its water making it dry, from among them those who came after would say, there used to be water in it.

They would continue to walk until they reach a mountaineous region filled with trees i.e. the mountaineous region of

Bait-ul-Muqaddis and would say, we have killed the inhabitants of earth and now come we will kill the inhabitants in

the skies and they will start shooting arrows in the sky, but Allah would fill their arrow with blood and return them

back, they will think the inhabitants of the skies are also killed (this article is not from this narration but was taken

from the forth coming narration). EsaAS the Prophet of Allah and his companions would be locked inside, their

condition would be, the head of a bull with them would be better than your 100 gold coins (i.e. food would be

scarce). EsaAS and his companions would supplicate. Allah will send a torment on the people of Gog and Magog in the

shape of a worm, which would take birth in their necks, and until morning they will all die similar to the death of a

man. Then EsaAS along with his companions would step on the ground, they will not find space even the size of a

palm, from their stink and carcass (i.e. their stinking corpses would be spread across the earth), then EsaAS and his

companions would supplicate and Allah will send flocks of birds with their necks similar of camel necks, they would

carry the dead bodies and throw them where they have been commanded by Allah, on that day Allah will send

showers of rains and then the earth would be commanded to gather all its fruits and return back to its blessings, on

this day a single pomegranate would be consumed by a whole groh community and from its peelings a house similar

to a bungalow would be built and people would take rest in its shadow and milk will also be blessed, so that milk

laden she-camel would be sufficient to quench the thirst of a big whole group. Milk laden Cow would be sufficient for

a big group. Milk laden Goat would be sufficient for a big family. People would be in this condition then Allah would

send fresh and pure soothing breeze which will pass through their armpits and with its effect the souls of each and

every Momin and Muslim would be extracted, the wicked and the evil ones would be left out, they would copulate

with women openly similar to donkeys and the Qayamah will be established on them. (Muslim)

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Just Pinned to Admission Test: Best 32 Moral stories for your kids It is Moral Story Time! Are you looking for moral Stories for your kids? If the answer is YES then you are in the right post. Here we have added almost 32 Moral stories for your kids. You can use this anywhere to teach your children. Two Friends and Bear 1 1 1. Two Friends and A Bear Once two friends were traveling (walking) lonely through a forest. All on a sudden the two friends saw a bear at a distance. Seeing the bear before them they were very much frightened (terrified). One of the friends climbed up a tree nearby and saved himself. Unfortunately the other friend did not know how to climb up a tree. So he was helpless. Finding no other alternative way he lay down on the ground and pretended to be dead. But he knew that a bear does not touch a dead body. In the meantime the bear came to him and smelt his nose ears etc. Thinking the man to be dead he went away. Then his friend got down from the tree came to him and said to him Friend what did the bear whisper into your ears? The friend replied that the bear told him not to trust a friend who left him helpless and ran away in times of danger. Moral: A friend in need is a friend indeed. the hidden treasure 2.The Hidden Treasure Once there lived an old man. He had three idle sons. They did not work in his fields. This worried the farmer. He was in his deathbed. He feared that his sons would suffer much after his death. Thinking that he called his sons and said My sons there lies a great treasure hidden in my fields. Saying this he left the world for good. All the three sons cried out at the same time. However after his death the sons began to dig the fields in search of the hidden treasures. But they would not find out any treasure. Afterward they sowed seeds in the fields. In time the fields which were barren before yielded plenty of crops. Now the sons realized the truth of the words of their father. They exactly understood that the crops were the hidden treasures. They could realize the value of labour. Henceforth they shook off their idleness. They became stout and active. They cultivated their lands properly and reaped plentiful harvest every year and lived happily. Moral: Industry is the mother of good luck. the cow boy and wolf 3. The Cow Boy And The Wolf Once a cowboy used to tend his cows by the side of a deep forest. There lived wolves in the forest. The cow-boy would often raise a shout Wolf-Wolf in fun. The adjacent villagers heard his cries. They thought that a wolf had attacked his cows. So then and there they ran to the spot to help the boy without delay. Seeing the villagers the cow-boy giggled at that time. The villagers realized that the cow-boy had raised a falsehood. In this way they were befooled many times and went back angrily. But one day a wolf really came to the spot. Then the boy raised a shout. The villagers heard his cries. This time they thought that the cow-boy had raised a false shout as before he did. So nobody came to help him. The wolf fell upon the herd. At first he killed the cows and then it killed the cowboy. At the time of his death he had repentance. He realized the truth If anybody lies once nobody trusts him later on even he speaks the truth. By telling lies he bought about his own death in the long run. Moral: A liar is punished in the long run. fox and goat The Fox and the Goat Once a fox became very thirsty. He went here and there in search of water. At last he found a well in the distance. Going near he leaped in and drank his fill. Now after his thirst was quenched he tried to get out of the well. He was in despair. At this time a goat appeared there. The goat was thirsty. He asked the fox how the water of the well tasted. The fox said My friend the water of the well is very sweet to taste. It is so sweet that though I have satisfied my thirst I wish to drink more. Come down my dear friend and drink to your hearts content. The foolish goat believed it. So he jumped down into the well. As soon as the goat was there the sly fox jumped upon his head and then without much difficulty he got out of the well and went away. The foolish goat remained in the well. He now understood why the fox invited him to jump down into the well. Moral: Look before you leap. failure is the pilllar of Success 5. Failure is the pillar of success. Robert Bruce was the king of Scotland. He reigned over the country well and his subjects were happy under his rule. But the greedy king of England tried to grab his territory and rob the independence of his countrymen. The English soldiers attacked Scotland and Robert Bruce withstood the enemy with all his forces. He tried his best to uphold the independence of his country and safeguard its liberty and glory. Unfortunately the situation was not favorable for him. After repeated defeats he had to retreat in despair and take shelter in a lonely cave. He passed some days there and in utter despair was thinking of giving up the struggle. Just at that time he saw that a spider was trying to climb up to the roof of the cave. The spider failed again and again but it did not give up its attempts. Thus it tried six times. Still it tried again. In the next attempt the spider succeeded in climbing up to the roof. Observing this Bruce was inspired. He thought of fighting with the enemies again with a renewed vigor. He collected his faithful followers once more and attacked his enemies. This time the king and his men fought so bravely for the freedom of their country that the enemies were defeated. The king recovered his lost kingdom. Moral: Patience and perseverance lead to success. Grapes are Sour 6. The Fox and the Grapes Once a fox was very hungry. He was roaming in search of food. He came to a vineyard. It was full of ripe grapes. These were hanging from the vine. Seeing the grapes the fox said to himself How lucky I am! There are so many sweet grapes. I must have some of them to satisfy my hunger. Saying this he jumped up again and again. But unfortunately the grapes were hanging very high up. So he would not reach them by any means. He tried again and again but all his efforts (trying or attempts) ended in smoke. That is he was much disappointed at his failure to get the grapes. At last he consoled himself by saying Grapes are sour I dont like them. So saying he left the place. Moral: Grapes are sour. the lion and mouse 7. The Lion and the Mouse Once a lion was sleeping in his den. At that time a mouse was running about there in a playful mood. By chance it ran over the lions face and roused him up. The lion became very angry. He caught the mouse with his paw and was about to kill him. The little mouse was very much frightened. For fear of life he piteously said to the lion O Lord I have offended you without any intention. Please pardon me and spare my life. One day perhaps I may help you. The lion smiled to hear this. However out of pity he let the mouse go. A few days after the lion was caught in a hunters net. He roared loudly and tried hard to come out. But all was in vain. Hearing the roar he came to the spot. He recognized his savior. Advising the lion not to roar the mouse cut the net with his sharp teeth and sat the lion free. The lion said Dear little friend you have saved my life. Even a little mouse can do a great good to a mighty lion. In fine The lion thanked his little friend and went away. Moral: Even small things have their worth. Or If you do a good deed you will get a good return. 8. The Old man and his quarreling son An old man had three sons. They always quarreled with one another. He always asked them not to quarrel but they did not listen to him. This worried him much and made him very unhappy. At last he hit upon a plan. He called all the three sons. When they came to him he asked one of these to bring a bundle of sticks. When that son brought it he asked him to break it. He tried heart and soul but failed. Next the old man asked another to break it. He too failed. Then he asked the third son to break it. The third son also tried but failed to break it. When all these three sons failed the old man asked each of them to break a single stick. They could break it easily. The old man said to them My dear sons now you see the value of unity. You cannot break the whole bundle but you can easily break each of them separately. In the same way if you live together without quarreling nobody can do harm to you easily. But if you live separate your enemies can easily do your harm. The sons felt the truth of his words. They understood the value of unity. Henceforth they stopped quarreling and lived together in peace and happiness. Moral: Unity is strength Or United we stand and divided we fall. the crow and the pitcher 9. The Crow and the Pitcher It was a summer day and a crow became very thirsty. He searched for water here and there but found no water anywhere. Getting tired the crow sat on the branch of a tree in a garden. He came near it and found that there was a little water at the bottom of the pitcher. But it was so low that he could not reach it. So he tried to overturn the pitcher but the pitcher was very heavy. Consequently he failed to turn it upside down. The crow was very intelligent. He thought of a clever way of getting water. Fortunately he saw some stones lying near the pitcher. Then he hit upon a plan. He picked up (or collected) the stones and threw them into the pitcher one by one. Gradually the water rose and it came up to the mouth of the pitcher. At last the crow was able to drink it to its hearts content. Then he flew away. Moral: Necessity is the mother of invention. Or Where there is a will there is away. The Hare and the Tortoise 10. The Hare And The Tortoise A hare and a tortoise were good friends. The hare laughed at the tortoise for his slow speed. The tortoise became very angry at this. He challenged the hare to run a race. He liked to see who would win the race. The hare readily agreed to the proposal because he knew that the tortoise could never defeat him in the race. The starting place was fixed. A post at a distance was the goal. At that time a fox was present there. He was the starter. He gave the signal. The race began. The hare began to run and the tortoise began to walk slowly. After running a few yards the hare looked behind and saw that the tortoise was far behind. Then he thought of taking a nap. He would wake up soon and run again and reach the goal first. Thinking so he fell into a sleep. In the meantime the tortoise went on slowly but steadily towards the goal. He did not stop even for a moment. When he came near the goal the hare woke up. Then the hare ran very fast. It is a matter of sorrow that he could not overtake the tortoise. In the meantime the tortoise reached the goal or destination and defeated the hare. Moral: Slow and steady wins the race. 11. The Golden Goose A greedy farmer had a wonderful goose. It had a peculiar habit. It laid a golden egg every day. The farmer was highly glad when he got a golden egg. He hid the eggs in a box. Afterward he sold one by one. In a few days he became a rich man. He lived a very luxurious life. But the man was very greedy. He was not extremely satisfied with getting one golden egg every morning. He wanted to become richer still. He thought of getting at once all the golden eggs from the goose. The foolish man did not know that the goose could lay only one egg daily. So one morning when he got one egg only he cut open the belly of the goose to get all the eggs at a time. Unfortunately he found that there were no eggs inside the body of the goose. The foolish farmer felt repentant for his action. He got no eggs. On the contrary he lost the invaluable goose that gave him a golden egg every day. Moral: Grasp all lose all. 12. Honesty is the best policy Once there lived a poor wood-cutter. But he was very honest. He used to cut wood in the forest. One day he was cutting wood by the side of a river. While at work suddenly his axe fell off his hand into the river. He found no way to recover his axe. Finding himself completely helpless he sat down on the riverside weeping and bewailing. The water goddess saw his helplessness and asked him about the cause of his sorrow. The poor wood-cutter told him about his mishap. Hearing this the goddess dived into the river and appeared before the wood-cutter with an axe of gold in hand. The goddess enquired Is this your axe?. No replied the woodcutter. Then the goddess dived into the river second time and brought a silver axe. This time also the honest wood-cutter said that the axe was not his. The water goddess dived into the water for the third time and appeared before the woodcutter with his real axe. The woodcutter became very glad to see his own axe. Being pleased with his honesty the water goddess gave away the wood-cutter the two other axes. Afterward the woodcutter passed his days happily. Thus the honest wood-cutter was rewarded for his honesty. Moral: Honesty is rewarded dishonesty is punished. 13. Bayezids Obedience Bayezid Bostami was a small boy. In his childhood he was a very obedient and dutiful boy to his mother. Once Bayezid was studying by the bed of his ailing mother. It was dead of night. His mother was in a deep sleep. All on a sudden his ailing mother got up from sleep and asked Bayezid to give her a glass of water. Instantly Bayezid went to the kitchen to fetch water from the jar. But unfortunately there was not a drop of water in it. So Bayezid went to a distant fountain with the jar and brought water for his mother. He found that his mother was asleep again. Bayezid thought that he should not break her mothers sleep. So he remained standing still beside his mothers bed with a glass of water in his hand. Thus the rest of the night passed by. In the morning his mother woke up. She was highly surprised at seeing Bayezid standing with a glass of water beside her bed. Oh my son! Why are you standing by my bed? Mother asked me to give you a glass of water. Is it true? Yes Mother. Oh Allah! Bless my child. Her heart was filled with a unique love for Bayezid. She embraced her son with profound love and prayed for him to God from of heart. Afterward Bavezid became a great saint and he is still respectable to all of us. So Bayezid will be remembered from generation to generation for his extraordinary devotion to his mother. Moral: A glaring example of a devoted boy to his mother. 14. A king and an astrologer Once upon a time there was a king in Banaras of India. He was interested to know his future from the astrologer. By the by he heard that a famous astrologer arrived at the capital city. He sent an invitation to that astrologer for paying a kind visit to his court. Accordingly the astrologer appeared before him. When he was present in front of the king the king asked him to tell him about his future. After astrological calculation the astrologer said that his subjects would revolt against him and he would be killed at the time of his losing the kingdom. At this the king became furious because his subjects loved him very much. The king said to the astrologer You rogue! you have no right of living anymore in the world. You are in the habit of destroying peace and happiness. He condemned him to death. But another question had peeped into his mind before the astrologer was sent for execution. The king asked the astrologer When will you die? With a ready wit the astrologer said The stars declare that I shall die only a week before your majesty. Hearing this the king turned pale like a dead man and thought If the astrologer dies today I will die after seven days. But I dont want to die. I want to live in this nice world. Thinking so the king shouted Drive this wretch away. Let him not come here again. In this way the clever astrologer saved his life. Moral: A ready wit can save one from danger. 15. The Cats & Monkey There lived two cats in a house. One day they together stole a piece of cake from the house of their master. Instantly they had a quarrel over their share. They could not decide to divide the cake between themselves. They exchanged a lot of hot words. They were about to fight each other. At last they decided to go to a monkey for a proper division of bread. They asked the monkey to make two equal divisions of the cake. The monkey was very clever. He assured them that he would divide the cake equally between them. The monkey broke the cake into two pieces. Then he began to weigh the pieces in a balance. One piece would grow a bit larger than the other. He bit off a portion from the larger piece and it now became smaller than the other piece. Thus each time he put the unequal portions on the balance and bit a portion of it to make them equal. Thus he tactfully ate up the entire cake. The cats could realize their foolishness and felt sorry for losing their cake. The cats indeed left the place becoming sadder and wiser. Moral: The fools fall prey to the cunning one. 16. The Ant and the dove Once upon a time there lived a dove in a bush of a wood. So to speak it was passing its days very happily. One day while he was sitting on a tree beside a river he suddenly saw an ant. The ant became very thirsty. It went to that river to quench its thirst. When the ant began to drink water a wave swept it away. The ant was about to drown. The dove felt pity for the ant. It wanted to save the ant. So it dropped a leaf into the water in front of the Ant. The ant swam to the leaf. After a while the leaf was drifted to the bank. Then the ant reached the shore safely. The ant became very much grateful to the dove. A few days later the ant was seeking food under that tree. Then it noticed that a hunter had aimed at the dove. Unfortunately the dove did not know it. The ant thought I must save the life of the dove Then and there the ant went up to the hunter and bit on the right leg of the hunter. At this the hunter cried out painfully and the bullet missed its aim. At that moment the dove got the chance to fly. In this way the ant saved the doves life. Moral: Live and let live. 17. The naughty boys and the frogs In a village there was a pond. The water in the pond was very dirty. There lived many frogs in the water. They used to play together in the water all day long. One day some boys were passing by the pond. They saw the frogs playing in the pond. Seeing this they began to throw stones at the frogs and made a funny. Some frogs were seriously hurt and some were even dying. It delighted the boys. They were throwing some more stones at them. The frogs became very much puzzled and did not know what to do. They became anxious too for their lives. The oldest frog called the boys and said Dear little boys why are you throwing stones at us? we dont do any harm to you. Why do you become so cruel to us? Some of us have already died. Many of us have been hurt. The boys said We are just playing. We dont hurt you. We are only throwing stones. The old frog said to the boys Please stop your cruel play. Because whats play to you is death to us. The boys now felt very sorry for their misdeed. So they stopped their cruel task and went home with a heavy heart. Moral: What is the play to one is death to another. 18. The Farmer and the Nobleman Oneday a farmer was taking some sacks of wheat to a mill. The mile was a few kilometers away. On the way the horse stumbled and one of the sacks fell to the ground. It was too heavy for the farmer to lift and there was nobody around to help him. He became upset. Meanwhile he saw a horseman coming towards him. His heart jumped. As the rider was coming nearer the farmer recognized him. He was the nobleman who lived in a grand house at the top of the hill. The farmer thought that it was not proper for him to seek help from the person of a high rank. So he dared not approach the rider. The Poorman was at a complete loss. The nobleman was very generous. He was a gentleman. He stopped in front of the farmer and got down from the horse. He came forward to help the farmer willingly. Then he helped the farmer to lift the heavy sack up and set it on the horseback. The farmer became grateful to the horseman. But the horseman replied that he just had done as a humanitarian duty and responsibility. He suggested that every man should come forward with a helping hand in others distress. This is nothing but the reflection of a nobleman. Moral: Everyone should do something in the danger of others. 19. The Fox without a tail Once a fox was roaming about in search of food. Unfortunately he was caught in a trap. He struggled hard to get out of the trap but could not escape. The owner of the land came and observed the situation. He threw a knife to the fox and it (knife) hurt the tail of the fox. The fox got free loosing its tail. Then the fox was very sorry at the loss of his tail. He felt very ashamed to mix with the other foxes without the tail. However he hit upon a plan. He called a meeting of the foxes. He told them that the man has no tail. It was a useless thing and an unnecessary burden. So he cut-off his tail and felt great relief. He advised the other foxes to cut-off their tails like him. They would then feel very happy like him. But an old fox understood the ill motive of the fox. He said that they were not fools. He could understand how he lost his tail. Having lost his own tail he wanted others to cut- off their tails. But they could not do so. The other foxes now realized the intention of the tailless fox. They supported the old fox and drove away from the tailless fox. Moral: Intelligent people can see through the evil motive of a man who wants others to suffer like him. 20. The Sun and the Wind Once the sun and the wind quarreled over their strength. Each of them claimed to be stronger than the other. They decided to test their strength. They saw a man who was wearing a coat. It was decided that he who would be able to make the man put off his coat would be the winner. The wind was boastful. He began to blow an icy blast as hard as he could. The man clasped his coat tighter around himself and sat down behind a hill(rock) to escape himself from the gale. The wind failed to make him put off his coat. So the wind had to give up his hope. Then it was the turn of the sun. He (sun) began to shine brightly. The heat was quite unbearable. The man felt very hot. He found it too hot to walk with the coat on. That is he could not bear the heat. He took off his coat. In the long run the sun claimed its victory over the wind having proved his strength. Moral: With whom lies the strength? 21. The Lion and the Man One day a man was walking along the forest roadway. He saw a cage under a big tree. Inside the cage a lion was trapped. Seeing the man the lion called him Hello dear Sir I found this cage here and walked into it accidentally. The door closed behind me. Wont you open the door please? He took pity on the lion and opened the door of the cage. The lion came out of the cage and immediately wanted to kill him. Just then a jackal came along and enquired about the matter. The man said to the jackal The lion was in this cage and asked me to open the door. I opened the cage. Now the lion wants to kill me. The jackal pretended surprise and said to the lion Dear lion you are huge and the cage is small. I cant believe that you were in the cage. The man is not speaking the truth. The lion said The man is of course speaking the truth. I was in that cage. On hearing this the jackal once more showed his astonishment and asked the lion Would you mind providing it to me sir so that I may be well convinced?. In reply the lion walked into the cage angrily. At once the jackal closed the door. Good-bye dear lion. You look nice in that cage only. said the jackal. The man thanked the jackal very much and walked away without fear. Thus the clever jackal saved the mans life. Moral: Never show mercy to those who do not deserve it. 22. Belling the Cat or Who will bell the cat? Once upon a time many mice lived together in a house. They were doing a lot of harm to the house. The master was much annoyed and made a plan to get rid of them. He bought a cat to kill the rats. The mice were in great trouble and difficulty. They could not move freely as before. They held a meeting to discuss the matter. In this regard many plans were discussed but failed to come true. At last a young mouse stood up to speak. I have a good plan for your consideration said the little mouse Let us tie a bell around the cats neck. Whenever he comes the bell will ring and we will be warned. The plan appeared to be acceptable. All the mice thanked the young mouse for his good plan. At this time an old mouse stood up. The plan is good indeed said the old mouse But I have one question to put to the young mouse: Who will bell the cat? No one came forward to perform the proposed job. Soon the cat came there and they all ran away into their holes. Moral: It is easy to advise but difficult to practice. 23. An intelligent boy who saved a train from accident An intelligent boy of 12 years was tending cows near a railway bridge. Suddenly he found a crack on the railway bridge. He began to think how he would inform the nearest railway station about the damaged condition of the bridge. The station was at a great distance. In the meantime the cowboy saw that a passenger train was coming towards the bridge. He became upset about what to do. He feared that an accident would certainly occur. He had some important business but he could not give importance to his personal business. The probability of an imminent dreadful accident filled his mind with horror. Then and there putting off his redshirt he held it high in his right hand. He thought that the train would halt if the red flag was waved. He began to wave it desperately. The driver could understand of any dangerous outcome. He stopped the train and came down. He found a big crack on the railway bridge. All the passengers praised the cowboy as their lives were saved by the boy. The railway authorities gave the boy a handsome reward for his presence of mind. Moral: Nobility is a great virtue. 24. King Midas & his daughter Once there was a king named Midas in ancient Greece. He had a pretty little daughter. The king loved her dearly from the core of heart. When he returned home from outside the daughter .came to him and he took her in his arms. It was the reflection of reciprocal love Midas extremely loved gold. He was very greedy. Though he had a lot of gold he wanted more and more. One day he was thinking about gold. He imagined if he had the golden touch he would be the richest and happiest man in the world. According to his wish God as it were granted his appeal instantly. After a moment the king went to his garden and sat under an apple tree. It is needless to say that the tree was full of apples. Then and there a ripe apple fell beside the king. He took the apple without hesitation. As soon as he touched it the apple turned into gold. He became surprised at this. He found that he got the power of golden touch. He said to himself that it was absolutely impossible. However then whatever he touched everything turned into gold. Afterward he entered his house. Then his little daughter came to him and he took her on his lap. Unfortunately the king found that her beloved daughter had turned into gold and became a lifeless statue. The king became upset at this. Midas cried out pathetically to the God to forgive him. He said I am sorry I can not understand it. Please forgive me. I want my daughter human being again. Then the kind God took the golden touch away and his daughter was brought back to life. Midas now promised that he would no more hanker after riches. Moral: Greed is sure to bring on grief 25. Ferdousi and Sultan Mahmud Once upon a time there was a poet named Ferdousi during the reign of Sultan Mahmud. One day he was thinking to publish an epic about him. So he asked the poet Ferdousi and told him to write an epic. Ferdousi agreed at this proposal without any hesitation. Sultan again told him that he would give him a piece of gold for each verse. According to the condition the poet started writing the epic Shahanama in honor of Sultan Mahmud. When the epic was completed it was found to contain sixty thousand verses. Then the poet went to the Sultan. He offered him the epic containing sixty thousand verses and demanded to have the promised money. Sultan became surprised at hearing this. He offered the poet sixty thousand silvers. The poet instantly refused to take them. Being angry and frustrated the poet left the court and went to his house. Returning home he became puzzled and felt very sick. Unfortunately he embraced death after a few years. Afterward the Sultan could understand his foolishness. He repented and felt very sorry. Then he asked his messengers and sent them to the poets house with sixty thousand gold pieces which he promised before. But it was too late. When they reached the poets house they saw a heart-rending (heart-touching) scene. They saw that his dead body was being carried out for burial. Moral: It is a great virtue to keep a promise. 26. The Justice of Quazi Or A Just ruler and a brave Qazi Giasuddin Azam Shah was the ruler of Bengal. He was a kind and just ruler. He was very expert in archery. Once he was hunting in a forest. Unfortunately one of his arrows hurt a young man. The young man was seriously wounded and afterward he died. The aged mother of the young man became upset because he was the only son of that old woman. She went to the Qazi and prayed for justice before him. The Qazi was a fearless upright judge of the times. He never feared anybody to perform his duties properly and faithfully. The king was summoned to appear before the. Qazi. The king went there instantly and admitted his guilt spontaneously. The Qazi ordered the king to pay full compensation to the family of the old woman. The king readily supported the Qazis order and paid the fine without delay. When leaving the court the king drew his sword and said to the Qazi If today you failed to discharge your duties as a judge fearing me I would have beheaded you with this sword. Then the Qazi got down of his seat and said to the king If you disobeyed my decision I would have punished you seriously with my cane. Moral: Justice should be impartial. 27. A thief in Arabia Once upon a time there was a thief in Arabia. He used to steal at almost every night. The neighborhood could not live in peace for fear of him. The common people discussed regarding the matter among them and then complained about him to the prophet (sm). One day the Prophet asked him and told him not to steal. The thief politely replied that he could not do this bad work further. He begged pardon to the prophet. Then the Prophet (sm) advised him not to tell a lie and mentioned that you must promise that you would never tell a lie. The thief then and there agreed at this proposal. He became happy and went away. At the time of sleeping he felt uneasy. So he went out of his room to steal at the dead of night. On the way he met a man unexpectedly. The man asked him where he was going and why he was out of his home at the dead of night. The thief could rot steal that night. Thus he came back home. This happened days together. The thief went out to steal from any surrounding family but could not do so as he could not tell a lie. Gradually he lost the habit of stealing However he could also realize the importance of the words of the holy prophet(sm). He was also changed spiritually. In this way the thief became a man of good character. It is really appreciable and beneficial to the society. Moral: Example is better than precept. 28. Sheikh Saadi and his teaching Sheikh Saadi was a very eminent poet of Iran. He used to put on the simple dress. One day he was going to the court of the king of Iran. On the way it became night. So he took shelter in the house of a rich man. He had a very plain and simple dress on. The servants of the rich man took him to be an ordinary man. They did not show him due respect. The next day the poet left the house of the rich man. After certain days he went to the court of the king as invited. Then he put on a gorgeous dress. While leaving the court it was night and Saadi again took shelter in the house of that Richman. At this time the servants of the Richman welcomed him cordially. They showed him respect like a rich man. They supplied him with rich dishes. The poet thought himself why he was respected. He realized that the dress which he put on was very expensive. Thats why he was entertained with a special care. Thinking so the poet began to put dishes into his pocket. Seeing this the servants became surprised. They asked him What are you doing sir? He replied that the dishes were for his dress. The servants understood their fault. They begged forgiveness of the poet Moral: Dress does not make one great. 29. A crocodile & the cunning fox Once there lived a crocodile in a river. A cunning fox also lived on the bank of that river. The crocodile and the fox had a great friendship. They discussed their sorrows and feelings at the end of the day. The crocodile had four children who wished to be educated. She went to the fox and requested him to educate her children. The fox agreed gladly. Being satisfied the crocodile left all her children to the fox. Then she went back to the river. However he ate one of them and kept the other three. After some days the crocodile came to the fox to see her beloved children. The fox showed her the three children and showed one of them twice. The fox told her that the children were learning attentively. Hearing this the crocodile became highly pleased and left the place. In the meantime the fox again ate one of them. A few days later she again came to see her children. This time he showed one child thrice. The crocodile was very simple-minded. She would not understand the ill motive of the fox. She became satisfied and went away. The next week the crocodile again came to see her children. In the meantime he also ate the last one. That is he ate up all the four children and left the place forever. After a week the crocodile again came with the joyous mind to take away her children. It is a matter of sorrow that she found nobody in the jungle. She looked for her beloved children but found none of them. In fine she realized the matter and left the place for good. As the fox was very cunning the crocodile should not trust him absolutely and leave her children in the care of such a bad element. Moral: A naughty one should not be trusted. 30. The Town of Hamelin and the rats Once upon a time the town of Hamelin in Germany was faced with a serious problem. It was full of rats. The rats were very big and fierce. The town was badly disturbed and damaged by rats. In this situation the Mayor of the town was at a loss and called a meeting of the Counsellors and Elite persons to discuss their problems for hours together. But they could not find any solution. At that moment a pied piper with a colorful flute in his hand appeared before the meeting. I will free the city from the rats claimed a piper if you pay me a handsome reward. Agreed! said the Mayor. The piper began to play pipe in a wonderful tune. Hearing the sound of his flute the rats jumped out to the roads in thousands and followed the piper. He led them to a nearby river where they were all drowned. The piper then claimed the promised amount of money. But the Mayor refused to pay such a heavy amount rather offered fifty coins. At this the piper became angry. The piper wanted to teach them a lesson. This time the piper started piping in another magic tune. All the children of the town were attracted to the tune and came out of their houses and then followed him. He led them to a mountain cave from where they could never return. The entire town was plunged into a great grief for the foolishness of the Mayor. Moral:Promise must be kept. 31. A fox and a crane A fox and a crane were good friends. One day the fox invited the crane to a luncheon at his den. The crane came in time for luncheon. The fox had prepared a delicious dish for his friend. It was a tasty soup. When the crane sat down the fox served the soup on a flat oval dish. The luncheon started. The fox could easily drink of the soup from the oval dish but the crane with his pointed beak could hardly enjoy the soup. The fox hurriedly finished the meal and asked the crane how he liked it. The crane understood the prank of his wicked friend and assured him that he quite enjoyed the luncheon. Now before he left the crane invited the fox to dinner the following day. He also prepared a tasty soup but he served it in a jug with a long narrow neck. The dinner had started the crane could easily drink of the soup from the jug whereas the fox made a poor show. When the crane asked how he liked the soup the fox agreed that it was very nice indeed. The fox however understood that he had been paid back in his own coins. Moral : Tit for tat. 32. The dog and his shadow Once a dog stole a piece of meat from the market. He was very happy. He was going along the side of a stream and came to the bridge. He wanted to cross the bridge. While going over the bridge he saw that another dog was crossing the bridge with a piece of meat in its mouth. All on a sudden a thought came across his mind. He said to himself If I snatch away that piece of meat I shall have then two pieces of meat. But he did not think for once about his shadow. His shadow reflected on the water. He saw the reflection of his own shadow is the translucent (clear) water of the stream. Anyway he thought another dog would leave without delay he ran to another dog quickly. Thus let by temptation he forgot about the piece of meat of his mouth. When he gapped his mouth to snatch away that false piece of meat the piece of meat in his mouth dropped into the water. It was carried away by the current stream of water. He saw that the piece of meat of another dog also dropped into the water as like as him. Then he realized that it was his own shadow. He said to himself Alas! | have lost my piece of meat. If I did not run after the dog it would not happen. Now nothing can be done Having lost his own piece of meat the dog went away disappointed. Moral: Greed is a curse. https://ift.tt/2N60MIP

[fiftyshadesofdimmadome]

Book 1; Chapter 19

Soft lips brush across my temple, leaving sweet tender kisses in their wake, and part of me wants to turn and respond, but mostly I want to stay asleep. I moan and burrow into my pillow.

“Anastasia, wake up.” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome’s voice is soft, cajoling.

“No,” I moan.

“We have to leave in half an hour for dinner at my parents.” He’s amused.

I open my eyes reluctantly. It’s dusk outside. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome is leaning over, gazing at me intently.

“Come on sleepy-head. Get up.” He stoops down and kisses me again.

“I’ve bought you a drink. I’ll be downstairs. Don’t go back to sleep, or you’ll be in trouble,” he threatens, but his tone is mild. He kisses me briefly and exits, leaving me blinking sleep from my eyes in the cool, stark room.

I’m refreshed but suddenly nervous. Holy cow, I am meeting his folks! He’s just worked me over with a riding crop and tied me up using a cable tie which I sold him, for heaven’s sake and I’m going to meet his parents. It will be Kate’s first time meeting them too at least she’ll be there for support. I roll my shoulders. They’re stiff. His demands for a personal trainer don’t seem so outlandish now, in fact, they’re mandatory if I am to have any hope of keeping up with him.

I climb slowly out of bed and note that my dress is hanging outside the wardrobe and my bra is on the chair. Where are my panties? I check beneath the chair. Nothing. Then I remember he squirreled them away in the pocket of his jeans. I flush at the memory, after he, I can’t even bring myself to think about it, he was so barbarous. I frown. Why hasn’t he given me back my panties?

I steal into the bathroom, bewildered by my lack of underwear. While drying myself after my enjoyable but far too brief shower, I realize he’s done this on purpose. He wants me to be embarrassed and ask for my panties back, and he’ll either say yes or no. My inner goddess grins at me. Hell... two can play that particular game. Resolving there and then not to ask him for them and not give him that satisfaction, I shall go meet his parents sans culottes. Anastasia Steele! My subconscious chides me, but I don’t want to listen to her I almost hug myself with glee because I know this will drive him crazy.

Back in the bedroom, I put on my bra, slip into my dress, and climb into my shoes. I remove the braid and hastily brush out my hair, I then glance down at the drink he’s left.

It’s pale pink. What’s this? Cranberry and sparkling water. Hmm... it tastes delicious and quenches my thirst.

Dashing back into the bathroom, I check myself in the mirror: eyes bright, cheeks slightly flushed, slightly smug look because of my panty plan, and I head downstairs. Fif teen minutes. Not bad, Ana.

Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome is standing by the panoramic window, wearing the grey flannel pants that I love, the ones that hang in that unbelievably sexy way off his hips, and of course, a white linen shirt. Doesn’t he have any other colors? Frank Sinatra sings softly over the surround sound speakers.

Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome turns and smiles as I enter. He looks at me expectantly.

“Hi,” I say softly, and my sphinx-like smile meets his.

“Hi,” he says. “How are you feeling?” His eyes are alight with amusement.

“Good, thanks. You?”

“I feel mighty fine, Miss Steele.”

He is so waiting for me to say something.

“Frank. I never figured you for a Sinatra fan.”

He raises his eyebrows at me, his look speculative.

“Eclectic taste, Miss Steele,” he murmurs, and he paces toward me like a panther until he’s standing in front of me, his gaze so intense it takes my breath away.

Frank starts crooning... an old song, one of Ray’s favorites. ‘Witchcraft.’ Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome leisurely traces his fingertips down my cheek, and I feel it all the way down there.

“Dance with me,” he murmurs, his voice husky.

Taking the remote out of his pocket, he turns up the volume and holds his hand out to me, his gray gaze full of promise and longing and humor. He is totally beguiling, and I’m bewitched. I place my hand in his. He grins lazily down at me and pulls me into his embrace, his arm curling around my waist, and he starts to sway.

I put my free hand on his shoulder and grin up at him, caught in his infectious, playful mood. And he starts to move. Boy can he dance. We cover the floor, from the window to the kitchen and back again, whirling and turning in time to the music. And he makes it so effortless for me to follow.

We glide around the dining table, over to the piano, and backwards and forwards in front of the glass wall, Seattle twinkling outside, a dark and magical mural to our dance, and I can’t help my carefree laugh. He grins down at me as the song comes to a close.

“There’s no nicer witch than you,” he murmurs, then kisses me sweetly. “Well, that’s bought some color to your cheeks, Miss Steele. Thank you for the dance. Shall we go and meet my parents?”

“You’re welcome, and yes, I can’t wait to meet them,” I answer breathlessly.

“Do you have everything you need?”

“Oh, yes,” I respond sweetly.

“Are you sure?”

I nod as nonchalantly as I can manage under his intense, amused scrutiny. His face splits into a huge grin, and he shakes his head.

“Okay. If that’s the way you want to play it, Miss Steele.”

He grabs my hand, collects his jacket which is hanging on one of the barstools, and leads me through the foyer to the elevator. Oh, the many faces of Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. Will I ever be able to understand this mercurial man?

I peek up at him in the elevator. He’s enjoying a private joke, a trace of a smile flirting with his beautiful mouth. I fear that it may be at my expense. What was I thinking? I’m going to see his parents, and I’m not wearing any underwear. My subconscious gives me an unhelpful I told you so expression. In the relative safety of his apartment, it seemed like a fun, teasing idea. Now, I’m almost outside with No Panties! He peers down at me, and it’s there, the charge building between us. The amused look disappears from his face and his expression clouds, his eyes dark... oh my.

The elevator doors open on the ground floor. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome shakes his head slightly as if to clear his thoughts and gestures for me to exit before him in a most gentlemanly manner. Who’s he kidding? He’s no gentleman. He has my panties.

Taylor draws up in the large Audi. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome opens the rear door for me, and I climb in side as elegantly as I can, considering my state of wanton undress. I’m grateful that Kate’s plum dress is so clingy and hangs to the top of my knees.

We speed up the 1-5, both of us quiet, no doubt inhibited by Taylor’s steady presence in the front. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome’s mood is almost tangible and seems to shift, the humor dissipating slowly as we head north. He’s brooding, staring out of the window, and I can feel him slipping away from me. What is he thinking? I can’t ask him. What can I say in front of Taylor?

“Where did you learn to dance?” I ask tentatively. He turns to gaze at me, his eyes unreadable beneath the intermittent light of the passing street lamps.

“Do you really want to know?” he replies softly.

My heart sinks, and now I don’t because I can guess.

“Yes,” I murmur, reluctantly.

“Mrs. Robinson was fond of dancing.”

Oh, my worst suspicions confirmed. She has taught him well, and the thought de presses me there’s nothing I can teach him. I have no special skills.

“She must have been a good teacher.”

“She was,” he says softly.

My scalp prickles. Did she have the best of him? Before he became so closed? Or did she bring him out of himself? He has such a fun, playful side. I smile involuntarily as I recall being in his arms as he spun me around his living room, so unexpected, and he has my panties, somewhere.

And then there’s the Red Room of Pain. I rub my wrists reflexively thin strips of plastic will do that to a girl. She taught him all that too or ruined him, depending on one’s point of view. Or perhaps he would have found his way there anyway in spite of Mrs. R.

I realize, in that moment, that I hate her. I hope that I never meet her because I will not be responsible for my actions if I do. I can’t remember ever feeling this passionately about anyone, especially someone I’ve never met. Gazing unseeing out of the window, I nurse my irrational anger and jealousy.

My mind drifts back to the afternoon. Given what I understand of his preferences, I think he’s been easy on me. Would I do it again? I can’t even pretend to put up an argu ment against that. Of course I would, if he asked me as long as he didn’t hurt me and if it’s the only way to be with him.

That’s the bottom line. I want to be with him. My inner goddess sighs with relief. I reach the conclusion that she rarely uses her brain to think but another vital part of her anatomy, and at the moment, it’s a rather exposed part.

“Don’t,” he murmurs.

I frown and turn to look at him.

“Don’t what?” I haven’t touched him.

“Over-think things, Anastasia.” Reaching out, he grasps my hand, draws it up to his lips, and kisses my knuckles gently. “I had a wonderful afternoon. Thank you.”

And he’s back with me again. I blink up at him and smile shyly. He’s so confusing. I ask a question that’s been bugging me.

“Why did you use a cable tie?”

He grins at me.

“It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s something different for you to feel and experience. I know they’re quite brutal, and I do like that in a restraining device.” He smiles at me mildly.

“Very effective at keeping you in your place.”

I flush and glance nervously at Taylor, who remains impassive, eyes on road. What am I supposed to say to that? Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome shrugs innocently.

“All part of my world, Anastasia.” He squeezes my hand and lets go, staring out of the window again.

His world indeed, and I want to belong in it, but on his terms? I just don’t know. He hasn’t mentioned that damned contract. My inner musings do nothing to cheer me. I stare out of the window and the landscape has changed. We’re crossing one of the bridges, sur rounded by inky darkness. The somber night reflects my introspective mood, closing in, suffocating.

I glance briefly at Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, and he’s staring at me.

“Penny for your thoughts?” he asks.

I sigh and frown.

“That bad, huh?”

“I wish I knew what you were thinking.”

He smirks at me.

“Ditto, baby,” he says softly as Taylor speeds into the night toward Bellevue.

It is just before eight when the Audi draws into the driveway of a colonial-style mansion.

It’s breathtaking, even down to the roses around the door. Picture-book perfect.

“Are you ready for this?” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome asks as Taylor pulls up outside the impressive front

door.

I nod, and he gives my hand another reassuring squeeze.

“First for me too,” he whispers, then smiles wickedly. “Bet you wish you were wear ing your underwear right now,” he teases.

I flush. I’d forgotten my missing panties. Fortunately, Taylor has climbed out of the car and is opening my door so he can’t hear our exchange. I scowl at Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome who grins broadly as I turn and climb out of the car.

Dr. Grace Trevelyan-Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome is on the doorstep waiting for us. She looks elegantly so phisticated in a pale blue silk dress; behind her stands Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, I presume, tall, blond, and as handsome in his own way as Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.

“Anastasia, you’ve met my mother, Grace. This is my dad, Carrick.”

“Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, what a pleasure to meet you.” I smile and shake his outstretched hand.

“The pleasure is all mine, Anastasia.”

“Please call me, Ana.”

His blue eyes are soft and gentle.

“Ana, how lovely to see you again.” Grace wraps me in a warm hug. “Come in, my dear.”

“Is she here?” I hear a screech from within the house. I glance nervously at Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.

“That would be Mia, my little sister,” he says almost irritably, but not quite.

There’s an undercurrent of affection in his words, the way his voice grows softer and his eyes crinkle as he mentions her name. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome obviously adores her. It’s a revelation. And she comes barreling down the hall, raven haired, tall, and curvaceous. She’s about my age.

“Anastasia! I’ve heard so much about you.” She hugs me hard.

Holy Cow. I can’t help but smile at her boundless enthusiasm.

“Ana, please,” I murmur as she drags me into the large vestibule. It’s all dark wood floors and antique rugs with a sweeping staircase to the second floor.

“He’s never brought a girl home before,” says Mia, dark eyes bright with excitement.

I glimpse Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome rolling his eyes, and I raise an eyebrow at him. He narrows his eyes at me.

“Mia, calm down,” Grace admonishes softly. “Hello, darling,” she says as she kisses Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome on both cheeks. He smiles down at her warmly, and then shakes hands with his father.

We all turn and head into the living room. Mia has not let go of my hand. The room is spacious, tastefully furnished in creams, browns, and pale blue, comfortable, understated, and very stylish. Kate and Elliot are cuddled together on a couch, clutching champagne flutes. Kate bounces up to embrace me, and Mia finally releases my hand.

“Hi, Ana!” She beams. “Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.” She nods curtly to him.

“Kate.” He is equally formal with her.

I frown at their exchange. Elliot grasps me in an all-embracing hug. What is this, hug Ana week? This dazzling display of affection I’m just not used to it. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome stands at my side, wrapping his arm around me. Placing his hand on my hip, he spreads out his fingers and pulls me close. Everyone is staring at us. It’s unnerving.

“Drinks?” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome seems to recover himself. “Prosecco?”

“Please,” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome and I speak in unison.

Oh... this is beyond weird. Mia claps her hands.

“You’re even saying the same things. I’ll get them.” She scoots out of the room.

I flush scarlet, and seeing Kate sitting with Elliot, it occurs to me suddenly that the only reason Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome invited me is because Kate is here. Elliot probably freely and happily asked Kate to meet his parents. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome was trapped knowing that I would have found out via Kate. I frown at the thought. He’s been forced into the invitation. The realization is bleak and depressing. My subconscious nods sagely, a you’ve-finally-worked-it-out stupid look on her face.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” Grace says as she follows Mia out of the room.

Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome frowns as he gazes at me.

“Sit,” he commands, pointing to the plush couch, and I do as I’m told, carefully cross ing my legs. He sits down beside me but doesn’t touch me.

“We were just talking about vacations, Ana,” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome says kindly. “Elliot has decided to follow Kate and her family to Barbados for a week.”

I glance at Kate, and she grins, her eyes bright and wide. She’s delighted. Katherine Kavanagh, show some dignity!

“Are you taking a break now you’ve finished your degree?” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome asks.

“I’m thinking about going to Georgia for a few days,” I reply.

Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome gapes at me, blinking a couple of times, his expression unreadable. Oh shit.

I haven’t mentioned this to him.

“Georgia?” he murmurs.

“My mother lives there, and I haven’t seen her for a while.”

“When were you thinking of going?” His voice is low.

“Tomorrow, late evening.”

Mia saunters back into the living room and hands us champagne flutes filled with pale pink Prosecco.

“Your good health!” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome raises his glass. An appropriate toast from a doctor’s husband, it makes me smile.

“For how long?” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome asks, his voice deceptively soft.

Holy crap... he’s angry.

“I don’t know yet. It will depend how my interviews go tomorrow.”

His jaw clenches, and Kate gets that interfering look on her face. She smiles over sweetly.

“Ana deserves a break,” she says pointedly at Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome. Why is she so antagonistic towards him? What is her problem?

“You have interviews?” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome asks.

“Yes, for internships at two publishers, tomorrow.”

“I wish you the best of luck.”

“Dinner is on the table,” Grace announces.

We all stand. Kate and Elliot follow Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome and Mia out of the room. I go to follow, but Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome clutches my elbow, bringing me to an abrupt halt.

“When were you going to tell me you were leaving?” he asks urgently. His tone is soft, but he’s masking his anger.

“I’m not leaving, I’m going to see my mother, and I was only thinking about it.”

“What about our arrangement?”

“We don’t have an arrangement yet.”

He narrows his eyes, and then seems to remember himself. Releasing my hand, he takes my elbow and leads me out of the room.

“This conversation is not over,” he whispers threateningly as we enter the dining room.

Oh, crapola. Don’t get your panties in such a twist. . . and give me back mine. I glare at him.

The dining room reminds me of our private dinner at the Heathman. A crystal chan delier hangs over the dark wood table and there’s a massive, ornately carved mirror on the wall. The table is laid and covered with a crisp white linen tablecloth, a bowl of pale pink peonies as the center piece. It’s stunning.

We take our places. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome is at the head of the table, while I sit at his right hand, and Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome is seated beside me. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome reaches for the opened bottle of red wine and offers some to Kate. Mia takes her seat beside Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, and grabbing his hand, squeezes it tightly. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome smiles warmly at her.

“Where did you meet, Ana?” Mia asks him.

“She interviewed me for the WSU student magazine.”

“Which Kate edits,” I add, hoping to steer the conversation away from me.

Mia beams at Kate, seated opposite next to Elliot, and they start talking about the stu dent magazine.

“Wine, Ana?” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome asks.

“Please.” I smile at him. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome rises to fill the rest of the glasses.

I peek up at Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, and he turns to look at me, his head cocked to one side.

“What?” he asks.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” I whisper.

“I’m not mad at you.”

I stare at him. He sighs.

“Yes, I am mad at you.” He closes his eyes briefly.

“Palm-twitchingly mad?” I ask nervously.

“What are you two whispering about?” Kate interjects.

I flush, and Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome glares at her in a butt-out-of-this-Kavanagh kind of way even Kate wilts under his stare.

“Just about my trip to Georgia,” I say sweetly, hoping to diffuse their mutual hostility.

Kate smiles, a wicked gleam in her eye.

“How was Jose when you went to the bar with him on Friday?”

Holy fuck, Kate. I widen my eyes at her. What is she doing? She widens her eyes back at me, and I realize she’s trying to make Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome jealous. How little she knows. I thought I’d got away with this.

“He was fine,” I murmur.

Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome leans over.

“Palm-twitchingly mad,” he whispers. “Especially now.” His tone is quiet and deadly.

Oh no. I squirm.

Grace reappears carrying two plates, followed by a pretty young woman with blonde pigtails, dressed smartly in pale blue, carrying a tray of plates. Her eyes immediately find Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome in the room. She blushes and gazes at him from under her lonq mascara’d lashes. What!

Somewhere in the house the phone starts ringing.

“Excuse me,” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome rises again and exits.

“Thank you, Gretchen,” Grace says gently, frowning as Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome exits. “Just leave the tray on the console.” Gretchen nods, and with another furtive glance at Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, she leaves.

So the Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadomes have staff, and the staff are eyeing up my would-be Dominant. Can this evening get any worse? I scowl at my hands in my lap.

Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome returns.

“Call for you, darling. It’s the hospital,” he says to Grace.

“Please start, everyone.” Grace smiles as she hands me a plate and leaves.

It smells delicious chorizo and scallops with roasted red peppers and shallots, sprin kled with flat leafed parsley. And in spite of the fact that my stomach is churning from Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome’s veiled threats, the surreptitious glances from pretty little Miss Pigtails, and the debacle of my missing underwear, I am starving. I flush as I realize it’s the physical effort of this afternoon that’s given me such an appetite.

Moments later Grace returns, her brow furrowed. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome cocks his head to one side... like Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome.

“Everything okay?”

“Another measles case,” Grace sighs.

“Oh no.”

“Yes, a child. The fourth case this month. If only people would get their kids vacci nated.” She shakes her head sadly, and then smiles. “I’m so glad our children never went through that. They never caught anything worse than chicken pox, thank goodness. Poor Elliot,” she says as she sits down, smiling indulgently at her son. Elliot frowns mid chew and squirms uncomfortably. “Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome and Mia were lucky. They got it so mildly, only a spot to share between them.”

Mia giggles, and Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome rolls his eyes.

“So, did you catch the Mariners game, Dad?” Elliot’s clearly keen to move the con versation on.

The hors d’oeuvres are delicious, and I concentrate on eating while Elliot, Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, and Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome talk baseball. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome seems relaxed and calm talking to his family. My mind is working furiously. Damn Kate, what game is she playing? Will he punish me? I

quail at the thought. I haven’t signed that contract yet. Perhaps I won’t. Perhaps I’ll stay in Georgia where he can’t reach me.

“How are you settling into your new apartment dear?” Grace asks politely.

I’m grateful for her question, distracting me from my discordant thoughts, and I tell her about our move.

As we finish our starters, Gretchen appears, and not for the first time, I wish I felt able to put my hands freely on Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome just to let her know he may be fifty shades of fucked up, but he’s mine. She proceeds to clear the table, brushing rather too closely to Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome for my liking. Fortunately, he seems oblivious to her, but my inner goddess is smoldering and not in a good way.

Kate and Mia are waxing lyrical about Paris.

“Have you been to Paris, Ana?” Mia asks innocently, distracting me from my jealous reverie.

“No, but I’d love to go.” I know I’m the only one at the table who has never left main land USA.

“We honeymooned in Paris.” Grace smiles at Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome who grins back at her.

It’s almost embarrassing to witness. They obviously love each other deeply, and I wonder for a brief moment what it must be like to grow up with both one’s parents in situ.

“It’s a beautiful city,” Mia agrees. “In spite of the Parisians. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, you should take Ana to Paris,” Mia states firmly.

“I think Anastasia would prefer London,” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome says softly.

Oh. . . he remembered. He places his hand on my knee his fingers traveling up my thigh. My whole body tightens in response. No... not here, not now. I flush and shift, try ing to pull away from him. His hand clamps down on my thigh, stilling me. I reach for my wine, in desperation.

Little Miss European Pigtails returns, all coy glances and swaying hips, with our en tree, a Beef Wellington, I think. Fortunately, she gives us our plates and then leaves, al though she lingers handing Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome his. He looks quizzically at me as I watch her close the dining room door.

“So what was wrong with the Parisians?” Elliot asks his sister. “Didn’t they take to your winsome ways?”

“Ugh, no they didn’t. And Monsieur Floubert, the ogre I was working for, he was such a domineering tyrant.”

I splutter into my wine.

“Anastasia, are you okay?” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome asks solicitously, taking his hand off my thigh.

Humor has returned to his voice. Oh thank heavens. When I nod, he pats my back gently, and only removes his hand when he knows I’ve recovered.

The beef is delicious and served with roasted sweet potatoes, carrots, parsnips, and green beans. It is even more palatable since Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome manages to retain his good-humor for the rest of the meal. I suspect that it’s because I’m eating so heartily. The conversation flows freely among the Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadomes, warm and caring, gently teasing each other. Over our des sert of lemon syllabub, Mia regales us with her exploits in Paris, lapsing at one point into fluent French. We all stare at her, and she stares back puzzled, until Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome tells her in

equally fluent French what she’s done, whereupon she bursts into a fit of giggles. She has a very infectious laugh and soon we’re all in stitches.

Elliot holds forth about his latest building project, a new eco-friendly community to the north of Seattle. I glance up at Kate, and she’s hanging on every word Elliot says, her eyes glowing with lust or love. I haven’t quite worked out which yet. He grins down at her, and it’s as if an unspoken promise passes between them. Laters, baby, he’s saying, and it’s hot, freaking hot. I flush just watching them.

I sigh and peek up at Fifty Shades. He’s so beautiful, I could stare at him forever. He has light stubble over his chin, and my fingers itch to scratch it and feel it against my face, against my breasts... between my thighs. I blush at the direction of my thoughts. He peers down at me and raises his hand to pull at my chin.

“Don’t bite your lip,” he murmurs huskily. “I want to do that.”

Grace and Mia clear our dessert glasses and head to the kitchen, while Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, Kate, and Elliot discuss the merits of solar panels in Washington State. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome, feigning inter est in their conversation, puts his hand once more on my knee, and his fingers travel up my thigh. My breathing hitches, and I press my thighs together in a bid to halt his progress. I can see him smirk.

“Shall I give you a tour of the grounds?” he asks me quite openly.

I know I’m meant to say yes, but I don’t trust him. Before I can answer however, he’s on his feet and holding his hand out to me. I place my hand in his, and I feel all the muscles clench deep in my belly, responding to his dark, hungry gray gaze.

“Excuse me,” I say to Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome and follow Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome out of the dining room.

He leads me through the hallway and into the kitchen where Mia and Grace are stack ing the dishwasher. European Pigtails is nowhere to be seen.

“I’m going to show Anastasia the backyard,” Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome says innocently to his mother. She waves us out with a smile as Mia heads back to the dining room.

We step out onto a grey flagstone patio area lit by recessed lights in the flagstones. There are shrubs in grey stone tubs and a chic metal table and chairs set up in one corner. Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome walks past those, up some steps, and onto a vast lawn that leads down to the bay... oh my it’s beautiful. Seattle twinkles on the horizon, and the cool, bright, May moon etches a sparkling silver path across the water toward a jetty where two boats are moored. Beside the jetty stands a boathouse. It is so picturesque, so peaceful. I stand and gape for a moment.

Doug Dimmadome, Owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome pulls me behind him, and my heels sink into the soft grass.

“Stop, please.” I am stumbling in his wake.

He stops and gazes at me, his expression unfathomable.

“My heels. I need to take my shoes off.”

“Don’t bother,” he says, and he bends down and scoops me over his shoulder. I squeal loudly with shocked surprise, and he gives me a ringing slap on my behind.

“Keep your voice down,” he growls.

Oh no... this is not good, my subconscious is quaking at the knees. He’s mad about something could be Jose, Georgia, no panties, biting my lip. Jeez, he’s easy to rile.

“Where are we going?” I breathe.

“Boathouse,” he snaps.

I hang on to his hips as I’m tipped upside-down, and he strides purposefully in the moonlight across the lawn.

“Why?” I sound breathless, bouncing on this shoulder.

“I need to be alone with you.”

“What for?”

“Because I’m going to spank and then fuck you.”

“Why?” I whimper softly.

“You know why,” he hisses.

“I thought you were an in-the-moment guy?” I plead breathlessly.

“Anastasia, I’m in the moment, trust me.”

Holy fuck.

[ecotone99]

They call me the milkman.

It’s funny having a pseudonym like “The milkman” especially since I’ve never actually seen a cow. Not in real life at least. Horrid creatures in my opinion and dumb as a rock. I’m a milkman for the elite,the high rollers and upper class of society. Most of my business is in the USA but I have parlors set up now in various countries all around the globe.

Business is booming and It’s growing rapidly. Daddy always said I was ambitious. I was even voted most likely to succeed in high school fancy that. How right they were. My business has a net worth of 3.8million dollars and it is estimated to double in the next 12 months. I guess that’s enough bragging. I try to be modest as it’s a quality people seem to admire. What is it I do exactly?

Let me explain...

I milk people !...

Not in the conventional sense of course. I don’t think human milk is worth that much really and I imagine it tastes simply dreadful.

Milk is just a word we use for vague anonymity. To keep any unwanted folks from sticking there big noses where they don’t belong. Instead of milking parlors let’s call them blood banks.That’s far more accurate. Currency ain’t green oh no it’s a shiny liquid crimson.

I have a never ending supply that they lap up like a kitten that got the cream. It use to be a messy business, bodies piling up children vanishing endless runaways. Tiring work dangerous and unreliable. Feds poking around in places they were not wanted.

That was until I came along and revolutionized the industry so to speak. Applying a business model like you would to any other company. I took my clients from the alleyways and run down warehouses where they had been hunting and draining their produce and got organized. I hired a team and bought equipment and secluded properties.

Pop up donation banks where my clients come to feed and obviously make contributions. Complete and utter privacy is a given. We never open in the same place twice but be assured we will quench your thirst and take the dirty out of dirty-work.

Children’s blood has the highest value and you would be surprised of the health benefits.

The WHO are masters of deceit. They know the facts but hide the truth that a terrified child produces certain chemicals in high amounts that flood their blood stream and when it’s consumed it’s almost magical. I won’t go into the science of it but believe me it’s quite the revelation.

Intense euphoria increased strength reversed affects of aging the list goes on. Like anything that makes you feel good it’s quite addictive so if you have a client once you have that client for life. The affects of withdrawal are startling and as any good business knows it’s better to focus on the positives. So you probably want to know about the process and how we uh scare said children. Each one is different. Foster parents orphanages etc usually monitor our livestock and take note of any fears that occasionally arise.

We use this information to our advantage so we can plan ahead. Let’s take mark for example. On arrival to our bank our staff will receive his file. It’s all very official on the surface it has to be nowadays.

Mark Sex : male Age :9 Fears :confined places,loud noise.

That’s all we needed to know to be honest. He fitted our order perfectly.

Mark arrived with his foster mother, a regular client who has been with me for years. At the age of 67 she didn’t look a day over 19. She and her husband are political scientists and that’s as much as I can reveal. Patient confidentiality and all that. They even have shares in the company.

They entered the pop up donation bank leaving Mark alone in the small waiting area while we exchanged pleasantries. This alone had increased his stress levels but we needed to take it to the next level. The door crashed open as planned and a masked man grabbed Mark before he could even whimper. Dragged him outside where a car was waiting. He was then shoved into the dark cramped trunk and driven around the block a few times. I’m not a complete animal and try not to permanently injure my livestock.

The car arrives back and the trunk is beaten with rolled up newspaper so the boy can’t hear himself think . In the darkness and confines of his temporary prison his fear reaches boiling point. He is then ripped from trunk, a sack cloth placed over his head and brought back inside. An IV is inserted and we take as much blood as is safely possible. Simples!

We usually put them to sleep afterwards it helps them forget Or if there hysterical. Unfortunately some never forget but the increased level of anxiety and fear is an extra bonus. There are other more extreme measures but I don’t want to frighten you. The more extreme the fear the more potent the juice so to speak. It’s not your everyday people that use my services that’s for sure. Senators ,actors ,musicians, even presidents. Blood is a rich mans delicacy. You don’t truly believe surgery and diet keeps them so youthful do you?

It helps of course but nothing comes remotely close to our infused power smoothie from the blood of an orphan. My product is more powerful more effective than any surgery available on the market. Non intrusive simple and effective. Our permanent livestock that reside on some of our premises are highly secure and monitored at all times. We have open days where you can play with your food if you will. Apply your own methods of torture before extraction. This adds to the sense of community within and helps people to get to know each other and provide a safe place for the most elite to even make important decisions about the future of our country.

Our clients usually look out of place in our stable and barn like structures under the intense glow of large fluorescent lights. Everything was going exactly as planned. Things could not of been flowing more smoothly if I tried. That was until I purchased that damm boy. How can one boy cause so much chaos and destruction in less than a week.

I’ve had to hire some extra staff this week because of this boy and his containment breach but we will find him and the previous methods of extraction will be like a tickle compared to what’s to come.

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