"Chris straightened up the letter and read it for himself.Dear ShahiaThough we have never met, I am your grandmother. I've received a letter from the ...ustralian government telling me that my daughter, Georgette, and that man have died, and that you might be sent here to live.I am sorry for your loss, which is mine as well, and I hope that you can write to me with news of my daughter, since I had no contact with her once she became pregnant with you.I am also sorry about your government. I have. “My god, Miss Hailey,” he moaned back. For some reason when he called me ‘Miss Hailey’ I felt prestigious or honorable somehow, like he had given me a title of immense respect. To my surprise, he pulled his hips back and removed his cock from my mouth. I looked up at him, disappointed, and watched as he laid down on the couch next to me. “Straddle my face and let me taste you, but keep doing what you’re doing,” he said. My first thought was, Thank god I shaved this morning! followed by, Oh god,. Then I had to explain the deal."Oh! You guys take deals seriously!" Darn straight!" Dee announced loudly from just outside the room."Excuse me a minute, while I go skin someone!" I said to Beth, going after my sister with blood in my eye."I'm going, I'm going!" Dee scampered up the stairs with a clatter."I don't mind, if you don't," Beth assured my shyly when I turned back to her.I thought it over, and decided it would be a good challenge for me to surmount. "Can I wear shoes?" I called out to. Her ordeal had been in the press. She’d been brave, going public to try and help the police catch the perp. And now she was being equally courageous attempting to rebuild her body and spirit while people like me studied her furtively, whispering, nudging each other, or even just imagining.Of course, it’s impossible for an ordinary person to conceive. Unimaginable. The press had provided the basic details and rumour had supplied the rest. She’d been assaulted, that much was known. In her own.