I reached our and placed both of my hands on the painting. I still felt completely normal as it was still sixteen minutes before the hour. As I contin...ed to kneel and hold on to the clock I slowly lifted my head and looked up into it’s face. ‘If this was my husband right now I would have his beautiful cock in my mouth.’ I thought to myself as I slowly stood back up. I slowly walked backward until I was in the middle of the room. I tried to stare into the picture to see if there was a hidden. Every time I've tried to explain the whys and wherefores, thereare always little pieces missing. The little pieces that made such a bigdifference.People always seemed to think of abuse and neglect in terms of the scarsleft behind, the brutal actions taken, but it's not so. It's the everydaysubtle and constant hammering on the psyche of a child, which pushes themdown so far into denial, that they see their abusers as their protectors,and their protectors as their abusers. It took me years to. Chloe drank greedily before setting her glass on the nightstand. Jacob lay back on the bed, pulling her down next to him so her back was against his chest. She curled against him, his hands roaming absently over her skin. She closed her eyes, thinking that she’d get up to leave in just a minute. The frantic buzzing of her phone against the wooden floor woke her up sometime later. She had an army of missed calls and text messages from Hannah. She slid out of bed, still naked, and retrieved her. At 8:55 I heard my host cheerfully greeting guests. I assumed her granddaughter was among them but I did not wish to intrude so I stayed in my room until I was summoned. Less than 2mins had passed when a gentle knock sounded on my door. I placed a smile on my face ready to be as friendly as the islanders even though I was a bit reluctant to go out. As I opened the door my overly cheerful smile turned into a jaw dropping ogle. Standing infront of me was the most beautiful black woman I had ever.