I still don't know why Monsieur felt the need to have me watched. I'd never given him cause for suspicion before. Perhaps he sensed that I craved happ...ness and would slip from him in an instant given the chance to taste it. I listened to M. but after his first few words I felt faint and could no longer. I pleaded for my Cordelia, I offered my life for hers but this elicited only sneers of contempt and further abuse. The gruesome man beat me, slapped me, kicked me, spat at me, vituperated. When. “Tick fuck you yet,” Tre scooted over closing the gap between them. He put his arm on the back of the couch.“Why would you ask that,” the twink protested.“I told you. I know what’s up.”“Why you think they left me alone wit’ you?”“I don’t…”“What if I did this?”Tre pulled out his thick 8 ¼-inch rod. The tips glistened with precum.“I…”“I don’t want you to do nuthin’ you don’t want. But do you wanna do sumthin’?” Bailey’s eyes welled. He nodded approval.“Well then! Get on it, boi!”Bailey got on his. This time, she slowly rolled through the red lights and stop signs, somehow the traffic laws didn’t seem to be as important anymore. What she would give for a nice safe police officer right about now! It was a quick trip, and she’d gotten home before it really struck her, there was no one here for her and she seemed to be on her own. What was she going to do now? Whatever am I going to do now?! ~~~~ Rachel awoke slowly as her alarm began to buzz incessantly. She rolled out of her bed and. Which leg, Ben?"Bennie's dad, Ben, smiled slowly and said, "Lower right. You might as well hurt him badly as he isn't likely to be worth having unless he sits down real fast and keeps a civil tongue in his mouth and a polite look in his eyes." Well, there you go. Ben's a softy and will give you a chance to sit down and talk. If you don't do that, I'll break your right leg below the knee. I am told that it hurts, a lot, to have that happen."He looked at me. Then he looked at Ben. He grimaced and.