If you ask me now why I came back to such a dark place for me just to watch them pass by I guess I would have to say it's because I wonder; I wonder w...at might have been had my dad been able to control his selfish urges after that one fatal mistake. I wonder if they think about me. I wonder what their lives are like now, nine years after the fact.Does my father know that I know? He must, considering the memoirs were hidden in the same place as his emergency money. I'm sure though he has never. I opened the package in my bedroom. It was a very sexy white trim thong bikini that would look great against my tanned skin by the pool. Then I knew Jerome was coming to fuck me in our pool.That night I touched myself thinking of Victor and then shoved a huge black dildo in my cunt, but thinking of Jerome…Next morning I dressed in my new slutty white bikini and went to enjoy the sun outside. Soon I was lying on the grass close to the pool, sunning my back, when I heard a strange deep voice. She drove along a dark road and stopped somewhere there and said she wanted to finish up the work. I smiled and she quickly came over to my seat pulled up her skirt and straddled me french-kissed me deeply. Both of us were breathing deeply. The car engine was off so no aircon. It was getting warm. She said she liked it warm. We were sweating slightly after a bit of deep kissing. The Toyota Estima seats were broad and spacious, good for great sex in the car. I was not sure what was going to. . please!" "Know how you got those tips, whore," Michael said snidely. "Allthat fucking posing behind the bar, eh?" He slapped one of her breasts,hard, and she cried out, so he slapped it again and warned her to keep quietor 'bad things would happen'. "Tell me, what's your name? I've been aching to put a name to your facefor a while now." "Rebecca," she said, sobbing the name out. "Rebecca. Rebecca. Becky. Becks," Michael tried out the variations. "Ithink 'slut' suits you better, don't you? Our.