But ... I've been anxious, and thinking about this all week myself," she paused as she then reached down, easily sliding the far more comfortable look...ng pair of slacks she had on, that obviously had an expanded waist, allowing her to remove them quite easily. Like me ... she wasn't wearing any underwear either. And I was surprised upon seeing her pussy. Unlike most women these days, though trimmed, shortly cropped, she had more of the traditional furred little triangle. Dark haired, matching. ”“Not unless the protective spells on your family’s home were meant to protect more than just you,” Rho said.I looked at her. “Wait, you think someone was actively looking for dad all that time after Hayden’s death and couldn’t find him because of the protective spells on the house?”She nodded. “If that person knew your father had a history with Hayden, then yes.”I shook my head. “There are only two reasons anyone would be looking for Dad after they killed Hayden.”Rho didn’t respond because Dr.. David was certain of it. Well, shit on him! Maybe the bitch had torn off his ear... but there was more. Twisting his arm, he tried to recall when he'd managed to injure himself with the long scrapes that became more visible the longer he looked, or how he'd managed the rip in the knee of his jeans, which weren't all that old. He didn't have as much time as he would have liked to figure it out. The sharp pain in his ribs following his mother's meager--but effective--blows to his ribs with what. The istress had no interests in their explanations at the time, tellinh them to save their words for the Dungeonmaster, into whose care they were summarily delivered. Now they waited, shivering, bare as they were found, chained at the neck to one of the infernal contraptions the Dungeonmaster kept in his lair for use on such luckless transgressors as themselves. As the two girls awaited questioning, they strained across the slanting punishment rack, whispering to each other urgently, trying to.