What a marvellous lady his housekeeper was, he thought, watching the signature appear on the form while thinking of the special drink that James Jones...the cook's son from St Saviours would provide, ensuring that the children remembered nothing of their painful ordeals."I will have your daughters brought here so you can say goodbye to them," he said quickly, leaving the room to walk the short journey to the courthouse, his cock so aroused that it was in danger of giving the game away. Mr Mellor. Instead, I started to think how to use the situation to my advantage. The moral that I had left vanished and I was driven only by lust. In the end my corrupted mind devised a plan, even if it doesn’t work it won’t do me any harm, I thought.The next week I packed and headed towards my parents house. I told them I was coming, of course. I was expecting my mother to meet me there, because it was workday and she was the only one with no job, that’s why I was surprised when my father was waiting for. Charly and I walked to his house and he held my hand. I was was in heaven and I squeezed his hand. When we were in his long gravel driveway Charly kissed me. My heart pounded as I had never kissed a boy before. When he stopped kissing me his hand brushed against my breast. I felt a wetness in my panties that I had never felt before. Had I peed myself in my excitement? I stammered. "I have to go home now."I almost ran home and I remember that hand brushing my breast. I had to be an accident.. The slight glimpse of movement I'd caught almost cost me my life, the doctor told me, but also potentially saved me from far more serious injuries than I wound up sustaining. As I raised my arm and turned, I deflected the blow of the baseball bat Steve was wielding from the back of my neck where it had been aimed. Unfortunately, I deflected it up and into the side of my head, just behind my right ear. The blow was robbed by much of its force when it was deflected, but it still had a fair amount.