"All of the sudden, Donyell started to wildly point at Harvey, as if he were in a game of charades."Christie?" More like... K-R-Y... S-T-I!" Donyell p...oclaimed."Krysti." Krysti - young, hip, groovin'!" Donyell snapped his fingers for emphasis.Harvey let it rattle around in his head for a while. It had a ring to it. He started to smile. "Krysti. Krysti. Krysti. Krysti. Krysti Angler." Then he had another idea. "Krysti Angel." He said, beaming.Donyell held up his palm to the excited Harvey. "No. Sandra was having a ball with my discomfort, and she suggested that we stop at a gas station to get something for my heartburn. Needless to say, we did just that. When we got back to the hotel there was a message waiting for us, it was from my friend who is the Police Chief. How he knew where we were at is beyond me, but he left a number for us to call.We went up to the room, Sandra turned the TV on and I got on the phone. I called my friend and he told me that Sandra's so-called stepfather had. After I had come, I looked back all the typos and one word sentences and was embarrassed. His response was to buy me a camera for the computer. He bought one for his computer too, but he almost always was content to command me rather than seek his own pleasure. As he watched me do his bidding, I often caught a glimpse of his intense stare. Since becoming his, I've regularly seen that look. I swear, he can see through me and deep into my soul. At first, he was content for me to pleasure myself,. It did, though, have French windows opening onto a tiny balcony, which really was not large enough to sit out on, especially in the latest fashion of huge hooped skirts. Instead, there were two chairs with a low table just in front of the open French windows. Within a few seconds, a rather aged waiter brought a jug of red wine and two glasses. Adam stood and poured the drink as his sister, leaning forward a little, held her glass out for him. Even had he not wanted to, and he was not that.