At the top of the slit, where I thought I had been rubbing her, there was a little bump and I tentatively reached out and touched this.“Ooh gosh I t...ink you found it!” Lynne gasped and I looked at her. Her eyes were a little glazed and she was bright red.“It’s a little bump just there isn’t it?” I confirmed, pressing against the bump again and looking closely I saw a small pink bud just under the opening. I experimentally rubbed my finger over it and suddenly Lynne gave out a squeak. I. They were more intrigued by her body. They had to have her. Whatever her condition. They didn't care how she felt. What would it do to her? She'd always heard people didn't do it when the woman was bleeding. Would it hurt? She felt frightened.Glen's mouth clamped hard on hers, bruising her lips. Caught of-guard, her mouth opened to let in air. His tongue crowded in, swirling around inside her mouth, pushing down her throat. Gasping, in self-defense, she pushed her tongue back at him to push his. All that happened before Wilson showed up. "Well hello Wilson," I greeted him on the dock."So this is where we live?" he asked."Not very glamorous but it's home." I led him into the entrance way with the circular stair up to the living room and bath. The two long rooms were bedrooms. One for him and one for me. The were narrow, but long enough for a bed and a small sitting area."This is really cute," Wilson said. He obviously was a little skeptical."Wilson if you want you can fix a frozen. He shouted obscenities of course, but Caroline ignored them alluntil he had tired himself out. The tranquilizers he had been given lefthim winded."Grant... You left me no other choice," she said simply, walking to thehead of his bed. "You are way too out of control, and as such, I can nolonger accept you as my son. You ruin the lives of others at the drop ofa hat for your own selfish gain. It's not what your father wanted ofyou. He wanted you to continue the family line and follow in.