How could he just sleep there like that while Reggie m*****ed her right in front of him? How could he let this keep happening to her without ever comi...g to her rescue? She twisted with discomfort, Reggie's arm around her thin waist holding her in his lap. Her fidgeting subsided as orgasm approached. Reggie removed Christy's shirt and bra, his hand sliding to her cute breasts, tweaking her nipples, and his other hand working her quivering pussy.Christy quietly struggled to stop Reggie, fearful. ’ ‘No, it’s fine.’ ‘Vi.’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘I’m not allowed to see my parents?’ I held my arms out, a spark of frustration building up. ‘What stuff, Violet? What’s going on?’ ‘It doesn’t matter.’ She opened the door but I lunged over, grabbing the shoulder of her leather jacket. She froze, her eyes slid to me with a glare. I didn’t let go. Her fingers closed painfully around my wrist, like she had no inhibitions of using whatever raw strength her body could muster, and yanked my hand off. ‘Get. ‘What clan do you come from?’ ‘I hail from the clan MacPherson. Sworn enemies of the bastard Frasers.’ He puffed up proudly and pointed to the South. ‘My clan holds land there.’ I turned to look in the direction he was pointing and smiled. Turning back to him I dropped my purse. The cab was gone, as was the cabby. I shook my head. That wasn’t possible. I looked back down the road that was visible for a good two miles in both directions. No cab. I touched my head. Must be all the traveling. He. I hastily explained about the headache, the chair massage, the offer for what I thought would be a longer therapeutic massage, and Diana’s cougar act gone wrong.When I finished, she said, “So ... nothing happened, then?”“No.”“Do you still want something to happen?”I wondered where this question was coming from. As my mind pondered that question, my mouth engaged of its own volition to answer hers. “You know ... not really. I mean, I’m a guy, so from that aspect ... but ... no. She’s not really.