She listened as his footsteps became more and more distant. When she was sure that he was out of earshot, she let out a frustrated huff. Regardless of...whether she was right about Jeff, or had made some terrible mistake, Jeff’s proclivity for kind words was perhaps the worst part of this whole situation. With a determined shake of her head, Clara cast any further thoughts of Jeff from her mind and resumed her research. ————– Jeff stretched his arms as he awoke and lazily blinked a few times to. A chair fell and feet shuffled. Hands pulled the dress down, causing the delicate fabric to tear.“Stop this, crazy faggot!” the man hissed, wrapping an arm around Lucian and pushing him down in the chair.The torn dress sagged open, exposing pale flesh. Lucian gathered the fabric and rose again, but the man grabbed his upper arms and pushed him down.“You sit!” he hissed, his breath smelling of garlic. His grip hurt.“You hurt me,” Lucian said, and the man let go.His arms smarted. He saw. Her mind started running on its own flashing from Bobby, to Kurt, to Scott till the final one that always sent her straight over the edge, crashing into bliss, the one of Joe and Kitty, legs scissored together, heaving hips rolling into the other.As Joe came hard, one finger stuck inside stroking her g-spot she used her wrist to tap her clit. Giving her a blended zenith. Causing her muscles to squeezed the finger steadily. She tensed up gritting her teeth against the massive, continuous,. " So instead of stepping up to the plate and helping his daughter, he ran?" I think it was more that he could kill her or he could leave." Well, if those were his only choices, then yes he was right to leave. What happened to the kids' fathers? Are they helping pay for their children?" No. We didn't have the money to take them to court." Hmmm. I bet supporting the two by herself is costing her more than going to court would have." Well, yes, but we didn't have it." Hmmm. Well, would it hurt.