“Remember what I told you when we first moved here?”, Bethany replied back.“That part about saying you wanted to come with me when I moved out?�...�“Yes, that part”, she said back.“Things are different now”, I said back.“The only thing that has changed is I don’t have a choice now”.“The woman said that our grandparents have agreed to take you in”“Why would I want to live with people that haven’t given a damn about my life for the last three years?”“You shouldn’t”, I mumbled.“Then tell me why you. . well, you've read the reports." They are somewhat exaggerated by the press, I hope," Tom said."Somewhat," Jake said, although, in actuality, the press didn't know the half of it. "It's a recreational drug, just like the pot and the alcohol. A little more dangerous I will agree, and a lot more expensive, but that's all I use it for. When we're off tour, I pretty much leave it alone." That's the truth?"It wasn't, not entirely. Jake still snorted up once or twice a week during the off periods —. And she was prepared for it, too. She’d taken an afternoon off from work under the guise of a hospital appointment, and paid a trip to a local lingerie shop. She’d hidden the bag in “her” side of the bathroom cupboard under the sink, behind the economy packs of tampons and various lady-lotions guaranteed to have him avoiding it at all costs. She knew he would never discover what was in store for him until she was ready for it. And man, was she ready! Stood in the kitchen, wearing her black. The idea was so obscene and wanton that it sent shivers of pleasure all throughout the half-demon, who writhed and moaned. Since her eyes were closed as her imagination ran wild, she did not realise that her own finger had crept into her pussy and was making swift work of it. Nor did she notice footsteps plod up the creaky wooden stars that led to her room, and the door open softly. She failed to see the form of her long-lost brother Adrian stand in the doorway, startled at first but frozen.