"Have you done anything about maybe getting some therapy?" she asked, "I know what I said about the rapist, but you can't continue to take the law int... your own hands. Your father's right about that."Gavin frowned. He had agreed that seeking some professional help was perhaps a good idea. Although his conscience remained absolutely clear, he was intelligent and knew that what he had been doing was far from normal. The truth was he wasn't sure he wanted therapy and didn't have the first idea of. He had oozed some lube into my ass. Two fingers at first, then another. I gasped as I felt four fingers in me, then he spread my hole wide. He quickly spit into my hole, then went to lick and shove his tongue in.”“Oh goody, did you get his dick in your ass? I love to be fucked in the ass.” I told Sissy. “He was so gentle at first, he knew he’d rip me open if he went to hard. He toyed my opening with just his head, then a little more slowly, until he was almost all the way in. I begged. Doing this would be difficult, but I’d manage to somehow. I put my laptop on the empty seat beside me and took off my jacket, a denim one and so it hardly moved when I placed it over my legs. I put my hand into the right hand pocket of my jeans, the one with the hole, and fiddled with it until I could fit most of the first half of my forearm through it. I pulled my arm out for a little while first since the train hadn’t moved yet, and I planned on letting us get underway first. The train set. You know what, I don't care. I just don't give a fuck about this world. The only thing it has given me if my family. And you know what... it just took that away from me. I just want to save my family. Lord knows why I need to do that even. With them safe maybe that bitch will stop crying and I can get a good nights rest."Tim, the child who had so little time to cope with anything that had happened, stood to his feet, his chair roughly scrapping the ground. He stalked out of the room."Don't.