15 minutes left. ‘Mama, my train’s in 15 and I still need to call baba.’ ‘Alright. But we’re not done with this conversation.’ There’s ... smile in her voice as she says, ‘Love you, Raiqah. Have fun with your . . . backpacking friend.’ ‘Say hi to Damien for me,’ I return. ‘Love you.’ Leo’s computer is already in his bag as I quickly dial my father. ‘Hey, Dad.’ We speak in Arabic, not because he doesn’t know English, but to make sure I know Arabic. It’s one of many tactics my father uses to. I guess they just liked to drink, as did most of the people in the Bend It.When I say the couple were old I guess I mean that in a relative way. They looked to be in their fifties. I was twenty-four and my brother Jim was twenty-five. We had another brother, John, twenty-eight, who was the upstanding member of the Hastings clan. He had gone to college, gotten a good job where he wore a coat and tie everyday and last year had gotten married. Jim and I didn't want any part of that life. We wanted. “I think this is the perfect setting for a nice outdoor fuckfest. Would you agree sex slave?” I moaned my agreement. Not giving a care that four strangers were playing the third season of the symphonic arrangement near us. Master stripped me down to my red matching bra, panties and garter and began kissing and licking me savagely. I felt so good and knew what I should do to please Master however waited for his prompts in this public scene. He did not express any desires or make any signals for. He dug the hole deep in the woods beside Maggie’s cottage. Maggie stayed inside, preparing Regan. When the hole was deep enough, Cien climbed out slowly and looked down. He had the most sincere wish that he could burry himself right along with her. For a long moment he couldn’t breathe through the pain in his chest. Would that pain always be there when he thought of her? A memory of her smiling and happy flashed through his mind. How her raven’s dark hair shone in the light, how her eyes.