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At only twenty years old she was stunningly beautiful, with her long naturally blond hair in a pony tail, wide womanly hips, and a tight waist. Her breasts were full and heavy, and yet her face carried an innocence and naivety that almost defied belief. She was gentle, kind, and thoughtful, and Albert absolutely adored her. Keeping her virginity intact had been increasingly difficult and had resulted in Albert taking her out of school and moving to a less populated town where he could hide her away. She had no friends here, and yet seemed content, happy to help with the minor rituals, and knowing when to become scarce when things got a little heavy. She had a certain childlike innocence, and Albert was happy to keep her that way. Her purity and innocence were to be vitally important in what he was about to do, and although he felt horrendously sad at what ultimately had to happen, he knew that it was completely unavoidable. Franz Murdoch made his way unsteadily down the oral staircase holding the loose handrail for support. He was a few years younger than Albert, but still well into his sixties. He was skeletal thin with greying hair and had an aura of quiet sophistication, which impressed Albert. “Its been too long old friend, too long.” Albert held out his hand, but was swept into an black embrace by his lifelong friend. “It has indeed Albert. It`s good to see you looking so well.” It had been seven long years since they had last met, at the funeral of Alberts wife/ Harriet’s mother Miriam. It had of course, been a Satanic funeral. Albert smiled at the compliment. “I take it you received my letters?” “I did indeed. And I have to confess, I could hardly believe my eyes. What on earth are you doing Albert? You are aware that the Master knows of you?” “The Master doesn`t know the half of it Franz.” Replied Albert. “Please take a seat.” Franz sat on a small stool and waited for Albert to continue. “Three months ago, I entered the eighth circle of hell. I bloody did it Franz. “Tabatha, make yourself decent and, Andy, don’t stare at your sister like that.” She spread her legs so I had better access. As for Alfie, we’ll see tomorrow.” She gagged on it and tried to pull away from him, but his hands kept her firmly in place. Janet said I had it professionally cleaned for her. "This is courier one of Jitaku requesting permission to dock." Next it was the obligatory shoe shop. She even lets you keep the perks of the arrangement.” “Don’t be such a prude, think on what you can do with the silver coin?” I urged him. If Hardcore they did, they would have put up more of a fuss. “Sven,” she breathed, staring up at me, her eyes trembling, tears breeding in their blue depths. "I'm not so sure Sheila. 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