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A Miscarriage Or Murder

When she had heard her son was getting busy in wok-life and setting new deals, she had thought that he was depressed and was finally getting over his loss but not in her wildest dream had she imagined her son tangled up in this heathen's spell all over again.

The Housekeeper reported everything about him and it was beyond her how she could miss this 5 foot some inches tall detail! Useless swines! She couldn't rely on anybody!

She wanted to scratch the face of the ravished flushed enchantress. How desperate clingy was she to her only son!

Making breakfast in the early hours of dawn she had wished she would be able to cheer him up but it looks some wench was doing a better job cheering him up!

From here she could clearly see the markings on her body peeking from the robe which probably were the Masterpieces drawn by her dear son. It didn't take a genius to figure it all out. She was wearing a barely there shirt, was in his bed in the early hours probably for another round. Harlot!

Her
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