Arriving home very late in the evening.It was one of these evenings that Max’s father had drunk a large quantity of alcohol, making him very intoxic...ted. Going to the young boy’s bedroom, he forced the child to do sexual acts for his pleasure. From there on this would happen twice a week, when his mother would attend some charity conferences. His father would torture him, in ways that would not show marks on his body. Then he would use the young boy’s body for his desires.He did not speak to. "I don't want to see him anymore. I really don't. I was only doing it because you wanted me to. I'll stop seeing him. I want to stop seeing him."Mike pulled away, and looked into his wife's eyes. "But we'll still play the Game, right? Just not with Steve. Okay?"Jen lovingly kissed her husband. "Of course we will. Just not with Steve." Hi Jen, what are you doing here? Wow, you look great!" Thanks," Jen said to Vince, one of her husband's co-workers. "I'm here to pick up Mike for a long weekend.. Fiona shook her head at her sister's ability to turn anything simple intothe greatest thing in the world to happen to her. Maisie asked what thatwas all about, getting a terse, "She had her own sleepover and is actinglike it's the best thing that ever happened. She always does that, itgets annoying."Lucy sensed some hostility but let it go, with Greta directing the girlsto Fiona?s room to relax for a bit, knowing Lucy wanted to talk andknowing that Fiona had a look of disappointment on her face. "Linsey leans against the side of the console, "So you like fighting asa girl?" Yeah, I get a kick out of seeing women fight." He changes the haircolor to black and makes it longer than the shoulders. He feels hisblood flowing as darker, twisted, thoughts fill his mind, "This iscool."Linsey knows Mark is too excited to just get a kick out of seeing girlsfight, but her own excitement pushes that knowledge aside. "What aboutthe boobs?"Mark arches an eyebrow, "What about them?" He watches her.