With shaking hands, he closed the bolt, and not a second after it slid into place something impossibly heavy slammed against the door from the other s...de. Matt fell backwards, scrambling along the floor, watching as the door shook on its hinges. The monster hammered on the wood, he could hear the creature’s panting breath as it took in his scent, its rumbling snarl as it tore at the door with its wicked claws.For a moment he feared that it would break down the door and come in after him, but. This might have been the reason why they never couldseem to fit together – both trying to balance the fineline of being sensitive or lustful, deep or impulsive.The answer was that her thoughts had been of acompletely alien sort to him or any other human being.Mike followed the scene with some interest, mainly justmaintaining the experience, smiling to himself as heknew that she was indeed living out her fantasy.They watched as he floated and swam with the tiger-shark, spending hours with. They were the blue collar girls, not destined for college like the lacrosse ones. They were the ones who dated the guys in shop, the boys who lived down in Kennedy Park, the lair of the bad boys of Portland. Those same boys who would continue to live in Kennedy Park for the rest of their lives, unless a stint in jail removed them from the environment. Those first few days were rough. It would have been worse if my Mom wasn’t there. I think she recognized how hard it was for me. I. My daughter, his elder by eight years, from my first marriage, was charged with his well-being, and looking after him.I would watch as they bathed together, through the hinged aperture in the door, I wanted to see as she soaped him how how he would react, and the joy I felt when he did one time, so I left the c***dren to enjoy their frolicking.She entered her mid teens and still insisted to bathe with him, I watched their love develop, and for a short time let them share a room together, until.