“I suggest that we start by moving over to the couch and eating this guacamole,” Mark said.Molly eyed the couch with dread. She knew what would ha...pen once they reached the couch and knew that she would be helpless in stopping him. It would start with feeding each other and then end with clothes being scattered around the room. She was still missing a pair of panties from the last meal they had prepared together.Mark turned to the refrigerator and removed a pitcher from it. He held it up and. Probably not all swimmers were degenerates, though."No, you dumbass. I don't have those meaty shoulders you get from competitive swimming." Not everybody develops those shoulders," I said, a little defensively."Here, I'll give you a little clue." She stood up and turned to face away from me. She was wearing a worn Gators tank top and loose running shorts, and she was barefoot. Keeping her knees perfectly straight and her feet slightly apart, she bent over at the waist and put her palms flat on. The teen had started crying and begging him to let her go as he dragged her into her bedroom.“Take off your clothes,” Perry Finch said demandingly, as he turned loose of her hair.The fifteen-year-old just stood there motionless in total shock until she felt a hard slap across the left side of her face that almost knocked her down.“I said take off your clothes, damn it! You’re going to learn to do what you’re told, one way or another,” he shouted, and then slapped her again.Her mind was clearly. ”When the housekeeper had left the room, he turned to me and asked in a lower voice, “Have you returned?”I met his eyes. “Not to stay. What’s been happening since I’ve been gone? The news reports I get don’t include the organizational hoo-ha of a tiny evangelical sect.”We sat. “Well, your departure whacked the hornet’s nest,” Frank admitted, “The Brotherhood was headed for a crisis, and your little stunt provided the kick-off. By the way, what really happened? All we had to go on was that.