Yada, yada, yada. He's not a bad guy and he's really only telling me what he's supposed to but if he asked, I could give him the same speech. When he ...ulled my file up on his computer, he saw that my address changed and asked me why. His eyebrows went up when I told him why. Once I told him I was now sharing a house with an older man, he really put me through the ringer and seemed to be genuinely concerned for my safety. It wasn't too hard to calm him down when he looked at the address. He. He got the reaction he wanted, as my lower lip began to tremble. Heobviously needed no encouragement, as he spat again and again, withincreasing force at my face, covering it with spittle. He looked acrossat my friend, who responded with a weak laugh and then got off my handsand, having called me a "bitch", wandered off. As the weight was liftedfrom my hands, it felt like whatever had kept my heart pressed shut hadbeen released, and the tears began to flow. I headed to the toilets toclean. I feel her pulling at my shirt so I let go of her nipple long enough for her to pull it over my head. We fall together again, kissing and sucking each other’s tits. She takes me by the hand and leads me to her bedroom, closing the door behind her and locking it. As we walk over to the bed, she turns and faces me. "My sweet, little sister come here". I get a little closer, I guess she senses I'm a little scared. Mary sits on the edge of the bed, reaching up and stroking my breast, pinching. "Time to get moving Jess, breakfast waits for no man." I just want to sleep in Tony, Christ it's the middle of the bloody night, what are you, a flaming masochist?" Remember our promise Jess, don't shit in Ernie's face, he may be OK with us but don't put him in a position where he has to bring down the curtains on us." Yeah, I know. OK I'll go into my room."I started breakfast, soon there were stragglers drifting in. Seems like there were a few hangovers amongst them. Why didn't I feel sorry.