Wait, she had red hair… No it was not so red, more strawberry blondish. Oh now I remember there were freckles, lots of them. I told her some sort of...joke. I really think it was corny but for the life of me I couldn’t remember what it was. I do remember though, she laughed and reached out and touched my hand as if she were telling me to stop. She cleared her throat and asked, “would you like to have a drink?” I had to laugh. Hell lately I couldn’t even get the fat girl down the street to take. She was a pawn in this whole thing. Just like you were. Brock, she was the victim of an attempted rape. You can’t know how traumatic that is. Is it any wonder that she closed herself off and focused solely on Suzy?”Brock closed his tired eyes and tried to calm his nerves. It didn’t work.“Leslie, I’m going to say this once and only once,” he said more evenly than he felt. “This has nothing to do with you. You might think it does, but you’re wrong. You’ve butted into my business since the week I. I was sterile and Stacey knew it, leading to some fights between us. She wanted to fuck around and get knocked up that way. I still held onto the fantasy of monogamy back then, courtesy of my Jehovah’s Witness roots, so I was furious at even the hint of it. I guess we know who won that battle, don’t we?“She’s since been bred by several men. You see, I came back, took one look at her swollen belly, fucked her good and rough, and that was all she wrote. She’s taken some breaks for sure, some. Feel the passion building, you need to find release. You long to be touched and feel my touch. Desire has overcome you, need burns within you. You bite your lip and give in to feelings that are overwhelming you. You want the feelings deep inside, to launch you from this world. So many ways to please you; you only need to ask. My hands upon your back and legs, your shoulders and your arms, lightly scratching, gentle rubbing with lotion smelling sweet. Your face is flushed; hold your breath and.