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[C-Mag]

The Judas Whore got out of her Tesla, and slammed the door causing the lights of the car to flicker. She walked unsteadily on 4 inch spike heals across the gravel with a Gucci purse in the crook of one elbow. In the other newly manicured hand, clutched by long polished nails was thick bundle of papers with a light blue cover sheet.

It was clear she'd had more 'work' done. It was now hard to tell which had been more inflated, her tits or her lips. Through these blimp like lips she cackled.

Pedro!
Pedro!
You bastard, come help me!

Pedro had been the couples pool boy in the upper white gated community that Ricky had once lived in with the Judas Whore. In fact, he built the entire upscale neighborhood with his construction company. The guys on his crew would harshly joke, calling Pedro Ricky's gay lover, because Pedro was constantly fucking over Ricky with the Judas Whore. Ricky even joked about Pedro dry fucking him without even a reach around.

Pedro ran back to the Judas Whore as ordered, holding her hand and steadying her with one arm while carrying her purse with the other.

[Hanarchy Montanarchy]

Ricky thanked God every day that he had been able to convince his ex-wife into that abortion. He loved his daughter, but one child was quite enough. Plus, this twisted love triangle with Pedro was -deliciously- complicating his life already, thank you very much.

[TheReal_ND]

Rick, who had had enough of this shit and was in no way gay, patted Pedro, his loyal canine companion, in a purely platonic way and jumped in his 83 Crown Vic lorider with mag rims and a trunk full of guns and ammo.

[TheReal_ND]

Pedro, his loyal companion, the dog, jumped in the passenger window to ride shotgun as he drove off. On the way down the driveway doing 50 mph and sick drifts, like in fast and furious, he detonated his rice cooker bomb with a remote built into his sick whip. The explosion immediately killed everyone still loitering on his property.

[Hanarchy Montanarchy]

He sat, contemplating, in the Vic. He needed to let off some more steam. Fortunately, he had some choice Trap Hentai loaded up on his phone, a perfect poultice - sometimes he wondered if being such a weeb contributed to the disintegration of his marriage, but like the siren call to jump that accompanies being too close to the edge of a cliff, he quickly pushed out the thought.

[TheReal_ND]

He then threw the phone out the window as he sped off towards the planned Parenthood clinic.

[Hanarchy Montanarchy]

Off to his job as a male nurse, comforting more women when they needed an abortion... a service that had meant so much to him.

[Montegriffo]

Rick's mind wandered back to the time before the operation when her name had been Erica. His job at PP had been the one constant in his life and he was so proud to be a part of such a great institution.

[TheReal_ND]

Rick woke up. It was all a dream. He scratched his side and felt the reassuring presence of his 10mm Glock. He looked around. There was Pedro, his constant companion, but where was he? He looked around and realized he was in a rustic European setting. In a time when gay people were thrown in a bog and trannies were burned at the stake.

[Hanarchy Montanarchy]

Then he woke up again and remembered he would never betray his humanist principles by using an improvised explosive device. His dreams had gotten strange since he accepted his gender fluidity - full of whimsy and joyful chaos.

As a good Christian, he accepted this a a gift from the savior, that enriched his life, and was thankful he wasn't trapped in some archaic hovel as a peasant.