She screams “NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO”. I pull her pants and panties down and smile at her teenage bush, a little thicker than her mom’s, but still c...te. I then smell her sex getting wetter. And then on to her chest, her shirt was in the way, and so was her bra. I walked over to my pants and come back with a pocketknife. I click the switch to open. I then reach down and cut the top of her shirt and then rip the rest off her body. I see her breasts all creamy. I cut the bra away and her perfect. "I guess Potter and I really are opposites... him rather having been raised by his parents and me wishing I had been with my aunt, uncle and cousin." But things happened the way they did and that has brought you to the moment when you had to turn on your father completely… So, are you okay?" She asked again, bringing the conversation back to her original question."You’d make a good reporter." And you’d make a very difficult interview." She returned. "Quit deflecting." I don’t know how I am." He. ”“Yes, very pleasing,” agreed Claudius. “It must be a tribal dance of some sort. What tribe are you, girl?” he asked her.She thought for a moment, not sure how to reply. She didn’t know the names of any of the tribes from this era. And even if she did, it would be dangerous to name one. She had no idea which ones were friends or foes of the Romans.“The Saxbury tribe,” she finally replied.“Hmmm,” nodded Claudius. “That’s a new one on me. Is it a Celtic tribe?”“Yes,” said Diana. “It is. Then, to my surprise, I heard what was clearly a female voice, a voice I almost recognized, yell out, “Take it, you bitch! Take it like a man. You’re my fucking little bitch, aren’t you?” “This is the one.” Raven turned to me. “Do you trust me, Kevin?”I almost wish I had said no. But every time I remember that evening, I know saying yes was inevitable. I had no idea what was about to happen. I couldn’t have predicted the outcome. But, if I had it all to do over again, even knowing what.