This is going to be a short story for a change.May I start off with an apology and that I now know the events in this story were a total accident and ...f nobodies fault, just something that happens in most family homes at some time or another.My name is Tina, I am 51, I am a big girl, dress size 18 with large breasts, I am not that pretty I say myself, I have two sons from my first marriage, both now in their 20s and both have a place of their own, I have one Grandson.A few years ago I met a man. "What in the world could I help you with here?" I asked. "Just shut up and follow me," she replied. She then walked into the women's restroom. I couldn't follow her in there, so I stopped. "Hey, Damien, are you coming? There isn't anyone in here, you know. This store is deserted." She had a point, there wasn't anyone coming this way, so I followed her in. "Come here, you," she said, as she grabbed my face and kissed me. Her tongue was in my mouth in seconds and her hands reached around to. "My Mother may have known something about her, as she wasn't an O'Malley before being married to my Father, and she was the one who named me. Father named all of his sons. But what would I have to do with her anyway?" I asked in a confused voice."The legends report her to have been a short woman with alabaster skin, flaming red hair and a temper to match, plus piercing green eyes," he told me with a smile. "Much like you."I had no idea what to say to this, and instead finished my tea before. The promise died with her. Once Mandy was gone they started getting Rachel ready, having her watch me, all the little things they do to prepare the young ones for what is coming. Mom is pushing hard with Rachel. She wants her started as soon as they will take her. She was so mad when Mandy got pregnant ... she hates her, Rachel that is. Watching Mandy's baby abused like this will be like candy to her. She can't touch her until they say it's time but once she is free to ... I hate to think of.