"Forget your money again?"It's easy to forget about money in a place where the only permitted commercial transactions are buying coffee and ice. Carry...ng a wallet around is generally more trouble than it's worth. "I ran into the guys from Primal Sheep Therapy," I explained, trying to pick capers out of the jar with my knife blade."Is that a theme camp or a rock band?" Well, it's definitely a theme camp. It may well also be a rock band. They were the guys with the blow-up doll Stonehenge last. I was halfway though that pint when approached by one of Leroy’s sidekicks, Meat-cleaver McGraph, a nasty drug dealer I normally avoid like the plague. ‘Barkeep tells me you’s looking to work off yer loan. Says y’re a bit useful like, yeah?’ ‘S’pose,’ I replied. ‘You’re lucky, big guy’ McGraph said, sitting down, ‘Big Tone’s bin on remand a couple o’ days an’ Leroy misses ‘is muscle.’ God! He smelt like an Amsterdam pot bar. How he avoided being thrown into the clink I don’t know. Every police. My cheek burns with fire it is all I can do to hold back the tears. He snarls at me and yells, ‘You little whore! How dare you? Your mother and I waited til we were married before we kiss or even held hands. Since the day you were born, you have been the Carter family curse. You miserable, fucking piece of shit.’ I try to run out of the room but my dad grabs my hair an pulls me toward him. I cry and scream to get away but it’s no use. He pulls me close and whispers, ‘I wish you were never. She was no longer his little sister. She was a beautiful desirous woman who was welcoming him into her hot pussy. The petals of her labia reflected the soft light, the liquid dew of her arousal showing him how much she was ready to be taken. He pushed his hips forward and started rubbing the tip of his cock up and down between the folds of her salivating tunnel. Cassie moaned as the hard ridges and veins of his cock rode directly against the outside of the delicate pink folds of her pussy. The.