Strange thoughts, confusion, crowded my mind: how could Tara, a grade ‘A’ student with an unconditional offer from an elite university, be here, d...ing that? How had the sweet little girl whose hair I used to braid ended-up as part of a sex act, titillating drunken Stags and Hens?My legs trembled and, head in a spin, I staggered sideways, slumping against the wall. I bit my lower lip - it wasn’t just Tara troubling me. My core fizzed, there was heat between my legs and moisture… Oh God, the. "Now we will see who she wants. She's mine and always will be." He looked up into the face of Amelia's husband. Hywel felt his heart sinking rapidly. 'Why hadn't he taken more care?' He blamed himself for falling asleep. 'I should have looked after her better than I did.'He watched on helplessly as her husband strode into the mine shaft, suddenly realising that he had led them directly to her hiding place earlier that morning.He felt arms being placed around his body before he was dragged. Opening the door, there was a small vestibule only large enough to hold a couple of adults at a time, and a receptionist who looked a little surprised to see me but smiled anyway.“May I help you?” she asked, sounding just a little skeptical.“I am Jack McCoy and I have an appointment.” I told her, watching her expression.She tapped on her keyboard and her eyebrows rose just a touch before she looked back up at me and smiled. “I just need to see some ID, Mister McCoy. I am sorry to ask, but we. She met Micheal when I was ten, and he moved in soon after. Micheal was Mom’s first black man. She met him in a bar. He had recently been released from state prison, and Mom was crazy about him. I used to listen to them fucking every night. She was always hanging on him, treating him like he was a king, massaging him, kissing on him. He didn’t like me much. He treated me ok when Mom was around, but when we were alone he mostly ignored me. I think it was because I wasn’t a very masculine k**..