But this was no man he was lying beside. Quickly, before he could change his mind, Wallace slid down the bed."What are you doing?" she asked, rising ...nto her elbows in panic."Shh," he told her, then lowered his face to her crotch. She put her hands on his head and tried to push him away, but her efforts were less than half-hearted. A token resistance. He could have let her push him away and there would have been no shame. But he persisted. He wanted this. He lifted her cock, still held. If she'd kept in shape, exercising just a little more than the government mandated amount, she would have been quite striking. Of course, she was always dressed in frumpy, ill-fitting clothing that was the norm for most women. This woman, however, was clearly not her.Oh, she sounded the same. Her face looked the same, but it looked like the face of someone who was used to smiling, not frowning. And the clothes? Holy crap! His mother would never wear something like this!The woman was wearing. ... “Mommy, mommy”, a young girl’s voice cracked in innocent wariness. “What’s wrong, mommy? Who is this man? Why are you packing?” Little Liz clung to her mother, Laylen, while sneakily peeking at the brawny man at the opened entrance of the home, who was even bigger than her father and big brother and had a grim face with probably scary eyes behind those black spectacles.Half an hour earlier... The former mentioned black suited, bald man appeared in her Pre Core school and picked her out in. “Abigail, go to the room at the top of the stairs. Plant yourself in a corner for a time out. I will be up shortly,” Tim directs her. Abbie's mouth forms an O from that announcement. Tim is serious.Abbie meekly replies, “Yes, Mr. Hudson.” She slowly walks upstairs and realizes where Tim is sending her is his old room. The room has three corners from which to choose. Abbie walks to one by the window. She places her nose against the corner. Her hands around her neck and waits.Tim,.