Hello. Is Vikki there?" Who's calling?" It's Hanna..." Hmph." The line went silent for a moment, then crackled and Vikki's voice came through the earp...ece."Hey Hanna. What's up?" Um... who was that guy I just spoke to?" Ian? He's my boyfriend. He stayed over last night."Again, Hanna nearly dropped the phone. "Your boyfriend? He sounds old enough to be your dad... Where'd you meet him?"Vikki hadn't needed to explain that. It was obvious where they'd met. The same place Vikki met all her dodgy. I was driving home one night and I saw her car on the side of the road a few miles away. I stopped and she with a sigh of relief said "I’m so happy to see you, Can you drive me home? My piece of shit car is done!” without hestiation I agreed. Then it hit me. This may be the only chance I will ever get. I was so nervous and thinking to myself How do I get her in the house even if I have to drag her to the basement at least in in my own home none will see me do this. She started making small talk. .."This wasn't real. Kit rooted to the spot, listening to her little brother say such dirty things about her. Things he shouldn't have known. It was true none of her boyfriends ever offered to go down on her, and she honestly thought she didn't want them to. But when Thomas said it like he did, with that lusty growl in his voice, anger flared up in Kit's chest at all her ex's for never trying. But her brother... He wanted to. He wanted to taste his big sister."God Kitty," Thomas breathed. His. Sure enough, the baby was just a bundle of clothes. Damn. The bastards. The goddam knife-throwing fake-baby bastards. He hated them all the more for making him kill them.He looked back at the cabin. Girl was peeking out the door, fear plain on her face. He waved at her, and waved her back inside. No telling if these guys have friends, he thought. He retrieved his arrows, pushing them through, unscrewing the points, and then pulling the shafts back out. It was hard work, and gory. Pushing an.