"Can you ever forgive me?" Carrie sobbed."It's not a question of whether I can forgive you or not. It's a matter of whether I can ever trust you again... How can I know that you're not lying to me right now, just to get me back? I'm going to have to think about this a long time."Carrie looked into his eyes and said with all the determination she had, "I'll win back your trust, Rocky. I promise you I will."Rocky gave her no assurances at that moment, and it hurt her deeply, but what could she. I could tell by the way he said it that he was at least a little curious and he was falling right into my plan. I got up from the recliner to get more beers and said to Mark, yep we’ve even done it here a couple of times. He didn’t say anything but made a nervous laugh and kind of squirmed a little. I got our beers and when I handed Jason his I saw a bulge in his shorts that I had seen many times before and he wasn’t hiding it, I guess he was trying to get Mark to see it too. I had the start of. They were hardly ever alone. Uncle Fred, Lydia's father, for one, was almost always around. He'd want to take the boys -- Donald, his brother, Dennis, and Lydia's brother, Alan, out fishing, riding, hiking.Dennis and Alan were both a couple of years older than Donald. Donald always hoped they would go off on their own, and leave him with Lydia, but they were always willing to let her tag along when she wanted.Donald almost never even found enough alone time to masturbate, and always went back. Judith slammed on the brakes and managed to stop the van just before impact. She could hear the refrigerated cases in the back slide around, but no sounds of breaking. She looked up in her rearview mirror and saw the other car behind her do a similar maneuver and block the street. Monica swore and picked up the heavy revolver from the floor. "I knew we would need this one day." She flicked off the safety and watched four very tall women dressed in black male business suits get out of the car in.