It seemed almost…vulnerable. ‘I’ve known who he was…what he was…for a long time. Tried to keep as many people as possible away from him, and...his kind.’ He sighed, and for a moment she felt immeasurably close to him. ‘It hasn’t always worked.’ ‘But if you know, why don’t you…I don’t know, go to the cops?’ The tone of impatient condescension was back, like it had never left. ‘I thought you read all the stories, girl,’ he snapped. ‘They’re untouchable. Any cop who goes to investigate comes back. His chest and stomach muscles had become well defined; he was getting a nice hard six pack and quite a noticeable bulge in his shorts. He did not have a girlfriend as far as I was aware.We had lived alone ever since my divorce and we were quite close. As time went by, I began to look at him as more than just my son. I began to see a man. I have always been attracted to younger men and I guess seeing my son, growing and developing in front of me, made me start to wonder what he would be like in. In the last two days she had hardly been punished in comparison with the first few days that she was here. Soon a slave maid, the one whom she had watched being punished, came in and left her some food. The maid looked at her with contempt but didn’t say anything. Jennifer wondered what the maid was thinking but knew better than to say anything. From what she could tell the whip mistresses had ways of listening in on the stables. Jennifer looked at the lunch. It looked fairly good. It was. "Well, er ... I think I do," I said clumsily.She's 30 and I'm 25, and we've fallen in love with one another because my Volkswagen was hit by lightning while we were in it. Since then we have been lovers, living together in the house we both grew up in.After finding that my Volkswagen was the same car that my Dad, Jim Douglas, had raced in the 60s, I had a mutual respect for both the bug and my Dad.He had mentioned that his old buddy, Tennessee Steinmetz, used to talk to the racecar before every.