" The vicar's wordswere whipped away by a sudden gust of wind as the four gravediggerslowered the coffin into the ground. The few people gathered arou...d thegrave huddled into their coats seeking shelter from the bitter wind.As tears rolled down my cheeks I whispered a last goodbye to my auntLaura. The coffin slipped below the surface where she joined hersister, my mother who had been buried many years before in the gravethey now shared.At the end of the service I thanked the vicar for. .. the journey was as important as your final destination. From the day your mother sent you away to save your life, you have been searching to find one. When you came to London you were too afraid and too badly beaten to trust others and you nearly froze to death that first winter, but you survived and you learned at least how to exist if not truly live. It wasn't until you met Jenna and Rick, that you opened up and let someone else in. It was then the healing began and young woman started. Hateful curses and shouts of vengeance followed them into the road.Reg didn't bother to zip up. He liked the feeling of the night air on his cock as it dried Ronnie's spit. On the way back to her mansion, they passed Pop's burger joint, catching a glimpse of Archie, Betty, and Jughead through the bright front window. Crumpled napkins, empty plastic baskets, and tall paper cups speared with red straws littered the table in front of them. Juggie was talking and gesturing, and Archie and Betty. But right now, I was in a magnanimous mood. “I think our little slave deserves a reward for good behaviour. How about you, Kirsty?”Kirsty pretended to think about it. “Well, he has done everything we ordered without fail. And now that I have had one brother, I’d like to try the other.” She turned, faced away from Ricky, and kissed me deeply, her tongue massaging mine. As she did so, she pulled me into the center of the room, so that we were both kneeling, embraced, our breasts pressed.