There's still a bit of a problem with the computer - this chapter is in the company code.,Half a chapter yesterday.,Half a chapter today.,Less and what you promise will be made up.,Sorry.。

Fergus. Douglas takes his son, Boa. When Douglass went to the brothel, he was in the ninth grade.

He was madly infatuated with the big-shouldered and round-waisted Miss Marcia, and his father, who thought his aesthetic needed to be corrected, chose a prostitute for Boa, who was only fifteen years old but had been a lewd affair for three years, the bustard's mother was her grandmother, and the pimp was her father, and she had to receive more than a dozen guests every night—and therefore experienced; Boa. Douglas vividly remembered how she lay on her back on the rayon bunk, small * and brown * straight up towards the ceiling; She smiled at Bo'er, rolled over, and showed him her hips, which were also unnatural, taut, round, tattooed on her back, a devil perched on a butterfly bone, and a tail drooping down her spine to the thighs.

"This is my hallmark and my name," she said flatteringly, "and it is right to come here and say that you want to find the little devil with the long tail." ”

When Mr. Douglas heard this, he curled his thick lips and smiled mockingly, "Bo'er," he said, "many prostitutes do this, because their faces and names are of no value to be remembered, and you will meet more little devils and little angels in the future." ”

He walked his word, spring break, summer vacation, Christmas or Thanksgiving, and he took Bao'er to travel to a quarter of the western continent, which made him gain a lot of knowledge.

Fergus. Almost all of the women Douglas chose for Boa were women with big // tits // sons and big butts, some could be Boa's sister, some could be Boa's aunt, and some could be Boa's grandmother. In addition to the woman, there were also boys who had been castrated at the age of *, or who had been surgically removed from male features when they were adults, and who had been artificially reconstructed with rich nerves and blood vessels. A monster that takes a lot of estrogen and breaks open the boobs and stuffs silicone inside. Fergus. Douglas also asked his son if he would be interested in trying pregnant women and babies, and after receiving a negative answer, he laughed at Boa. Douglas was a useless bastard.

No one can say anything about Fergus. Douglas didn't do enough in this regard, but his actions only provoked Boa's disgust and rejection of other women. He was submissive to his stern father, obedient as a rabbit, and did whatever he was told to do, but as soon as Fergus raised his hand, he immediately fled into Grande and plunged headlong into Miss Marcia's thick legs.

His love for Marcia came so quickly, violently and deeply, and likewise, it left so crisp and crisp without the slightest hesitation. Boa sometimes searched for images of Miss Marcia in her memories, which were blurry, barely clear except for the fingers with inferior nail polish, her hands dragging on the ground as the vines dragged Marcia's bulky, hippopotamus-like body staggering forward. It's like an octopus's foot leaking out of a net pocket.

In that moment, Bo'er. Douglas's hatred for Marcia, along with the remnants of love and admiration, let out a scream, and ran away without a trace, so far that they could not find their way back.

"Ugly, Marcia." Boa. Douglas said to the memory.

Then he tossed Marcia into the distance beyond reach and search like a dusty old shirt forgotten in a cupboard. Single-mindedly towards his new love.

Boa. Douglas's new love — she didn't go to college, was homeless or homeless for a long time, was raped, and went to jail for violent assault, and now works for the agency. But for most unsuspecting laymen, serving such an obscure and deformed, "immutable" organization is worse than being a jobless vagrant—even an ordinary person can hardly accept such a girl as a member of the family, let alone greedy for power and money. Vain and arrogant Fergus. Mr. Douglas and his ex-wife, who had long since divorced him, but who still brazenly used his last name and credit cards, but still boasted of her aristocratic blood.

Fergus. Mr. Douglas was well informed, and on the fourth day when Boa was paying "too much" attention to her new swim team coach, he received a thick package full of Catherine. Stalin's materials are accompanied by many photographs of her in prison, shaved hair, changed into striped prison clothes, and looking at the camera insensitively, as well as a set of nude photographs taken of her in prison under duress or voluntary (in exchange for shelter or food) during her long life of vagrancy, exposing her parts; Another medical record shows that she has undergone psychotherapy, and the therapist considers her to be violent and dangerous; There is also a medical record, which is also the result of rape and follow-up medication, Catherine. Starling is a hen that doesn't lay eggs.

The person who sent the package made a mistake and it wasn't Bao'er. Something Douglas would care about.

He only cares about his love.

The young man walked briskly down the corridor along the thick, yet colorful, almost vulgar carpet, where the head of the agency and his subordinates had been in the room where the head of the agency and his subordinates had been in a room with the ghoul. Dr. Hopkins met, and it was at this place where Catherine and Boa first met, and it was almost immediately on Catherine's mind when it came to choosing a safe place for a tryst.

Boa pushed the door, the door was hidden and unlocked, he took off the "Do Not Disturb" sign behind the door, hung it on the doorknob, walked into the room, and closed the door.

Catherine. Staling sat on a chair in the middle of the room, the moonlight shining through the window, the pillar of light shining at her feet, and she wore a pair of black high heels today, with a deep V-shaped opening, revealing a white instep with light blue veins.

She raised her hand when Bo'er was still two steps away from her, signaling that he had entered the first cordon.

"Let me go a little longer." "I want to smell you." Catherine rarely wears perfume these days, because her mind is distracted by the smell of perfume, which is likely to lead to misinterpretation—when Boa says she can smell on her, she can only smell sweat and gasoline, gunpowder and sulfur if she fires a gun, or cigarettes, ketchup and roast chicken in restaurants.

"You can come closer," said Catherine, "so that I can touch you—yes, yes, a little, well, enough, I can already touch you." ”

"But that's not enough," Boa said seriously, "I need to kiss you." ”

"Nope." Catherine said, "No kiss, we said yes." ”

"Such a hug," said Boa patiently, "like a friend." ”

Catherine endured no contempt or exasperation, she never thought that a person who wanted to kill her only loved one in this world would be her friend.

"I'm not your friend," she said, "I'm here purely for a deal." ”

Boa hung her shoulders with a sad expression, and probably all the women except Catherine and her mother would surrender under those emotional, watery blue eyes.

"Come here," said Catherine, "don't you want it?" ”

Boa sighed, but he really wanted it.

He stepped forward, only half a step under Catherine's gaze, and then knelt down, the tips of Catherine's fingers touching his forehead—a thin trickle of pleasure passed through the female fingers into his skin, nerves, skull, and brain—and the trickle quickly became turbulent, enveloping his brain, penetrating his body, kneading his soul, and then passing from his spine to his limbs...... More intense, simpler, more direct than the sensation that was sucked in those white powders and found in women, he went to heaven and then to hell.

Boa's body softened, the stench between her legs, saliva streaming from her lips, and he collapsed on the filthy hotel floor, his pupils dilated, he had never been so happy.

(To be continued)