"No, really," he assured her, "not at all. My mum smokes like a chimney - says it gives her something to keep her hands busy." He added, an inner voic... reviled him for such innuendo but the woman merely smiled politely and murmured; "really," in her deliciously husky contralto. "And how do you keep your hands busy," she purred, "after all, you don't smoke."Jimmy froze, hardly daring to breathe, looking at her through wide eyes, like a rabbit caught halfway across the road as it hears the loud. I hope you enjoy this. I know I will. I heard her walk through the room, the door opening and closing, and then she was gone. I was alone. The music we had brought was playing softly in the background, or else with the blindfold on I probably would be going half out of my mind. At least I had something outside of my mind to cling to. I sat there in the silence and darkness, relaxing as best I could to the sounds of the music. More songs then I expected passed before I heard the door open. My. As usual, the ash-blonde looked fantastic. She had on a light-pink button-up shirt with a little jacket over it and a pair of tight blue jeans. Alex walked her out to his car and opened the door for her. Kyleigh knew it was her last chance to refuse what Alex had planned for her. If she got in his car, she’d be at his mercy and would be forced to do despicable sex acts with him; but nothing he could make her do would compare with having to face her father with him knowing she was a lesbian.. Her once carefully coifed hair a filthy mop. Yet he recognized her like only a child could recognize its mother, this bond was older than thought and as powerful as psionics. He dropped to his knees, “Mom, it’s me, Roy. Everything will be alright now.”Martha came to her feet. “Roy, oh my beautiful Roy. “She held his face with both hands. “It is really you!”He had never seen his mother cry this way. The emotions of her ordeal were simply too much, nothing could contain them or find any other.