He was Desire incarnate. ‘Betsy, why do you stare at me so?’ ‘You are pretty as a picture, dear heart.’ ‘I don’t know about that, as I am ...ather disheveled at the moment.’ he replied and attempted to rebutton his shirt. ‘Don’t!’ I cried, with more vehemence than I had intended, and my sharp utterance caused his hands to fly away from his shirt as if propelled by a great physical force, throwing his arms out, fully extended, as if he was being crucified for modesty. After a moment of surprise he. " It felt good to see him so scared. I though it was just because I was so pissed at him but I now realize it was true nature coming forward. I twisted his arm harder."You little pervert! Tell me why the fuck I shouldn't rip your arm off like a drumstick and then tell mom and dad for the goddamn hell of it." I knew he was itching to tell me off for swearing but Tom knew not to make a bad thing worse."I've got..." He winced in pain. "$28 dollars saved in my room. You can have it." What do you. Opening my eyes, I looked at him and realized that it was Darryl. Embarrassed I quickly rolled away from him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him, snuggling up to me and caressing my hair. I realized that we were the only ones still in bed. I could hear John and Chris talking downstairs. “Fuck me,” Darryl whispered in my ear, grabbing my hand and placing it on his stiff hard cock. I was not sure what to do. The four of us had spent all night fucking and fondling each other, but what. A lot has happened since we found her, things that will make it immeasurably easier for us to work on this. When we first found Roxy, we had to do everything under the radar, no support -- we couldn't even tell anyone what we were doing. Rebecca had to sneak around and try to get us help. If we found her tomorrow all of that would be different now. It boggles my mind to even consider the string of coincidences that led to this. If we hadn't been in the church on Sunday, I never would have met.