“Just - go to the kitchen, you’re ... Oh I’m so not done with you.”Devin sat in the kitchen, where she’d had so many breakfasts before. She ...emembered her mom bringing out pancakes and squealing for joy. Her mom tickling her and hugging her, and her dad looking over and smiling and nodding approvingly. Like Normal Rockwell. But now she was listening to her mother tell a cop she or he was right and Devin was just a bad girl. A piece of dirt, a worn out used up slimy whore, of course her mother. ’ Mike answered his apology. ‘But you’ll get it, you’ve done wonders already, we’re really picking it up here in just a couple weeks.’ ‘Thanks!’ Mike was rubbing his cheek, deep in thought. ‘But I still don’t get why he went from buying you a beer to wanting to fight, just seems odd.’ He finally said. ‘I don’t know, I seem to draw that, I guess.’ ‘Maybe, just maybe . . . but still odd.’ Mike looked over at Don and couldn’t help wondering why a guy older, smaller and weaker would get mad. She moaned as he reached near to the part of her that was almost on fire. He kept his hand there, placing a light grip on her thigh before bring his lips against the inside of her leg. He brushed his cheek against her soft leg, closing his eyes, he reveled in the feel of her against him. His eyes brushed over her legs over and over, before finally settling on her hidden mound. She had chosen simple yellow panties, trimmed with soft white lace. They were pretty and innocent. He looked up at. We’re talking loud on purpose, wanting her to hear us.?She’s in there, seriously?? I say, laughing. ?You got her???Stupid cunt let me handcuff her to the bed,? John says. ?Can you believe it!? And she’s not even wearing a bra!?There she is, Merida, 26, blonde, beautiful, cuffed to the headboard, dressed in her flimsy white T-shirt, hip-hugging panties, her face the color of a tropical sunset.Without a word, she turns her head, unable to look us in the eye. We stand there, amused, smirking,.