It was a simple kiss, more than she would give a girlfriend, but less than she would a lover.“Yup, definitely straight,” Miranda said as she broke...the kiss.“Yeah, you are,” Syd agreed, a small touch of regret in her voice.“Sorry,” Miranda said to Syd, glad at least she had finally been honest about it.Syd didn’t reply verbally, but just smiled as if to say, it was okay.The two women were silent the rest of the way down to the lobby. Late as it was, Miranda really wasn’t tired and considered. Activity petered out around noon as thetrio broke out snacks of fruit and some sort of biscuit.The afternoon passed more quietly. The woman with shorter haircontinued studying her reader. That would be Medya? That seemedright. He was fairly certain that was her name. The other two busiedthemselves with cutting and sewing. They chatted idly, occasionallytrying to draw Zed into the conversation. He tried to pay attentionbut could only smile and nod. They did show him a few stitches and. “Swallow it!” It felt like it stuck to my throat the entire way down but I continued to swallow the bitter sticky stuff out of fear.I didn’t risk sleeping over at Sophia’s house again.As time went by my body changed and Frank found delight in other things he could do to me. My breasts became fuller and he tenderized them daily with his hands and mouth. He began bringing in clips and chains he would attach to them and they would pull as he played with me. He also grew bolder, stretching. ‘You old fucker!’ Bruno growled, ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ He struggled to his feet and started toward John. Bruno was sure the old guy would back up, but he didn’t. In fact, he stepped toward him, and the next thing the thug knew, something hit him in the solar plexus and he couldn’t breathe. He felt himself slamming back against the wall, then he felt the man grabbing him and pulling him forward. He was still trying to figure out what had happened when the man’s knee smashed.