Roland had asked Kristy and she'd offered up Big G as one who did, and he had nothing else to go on.He was driven forward though by the words of Kayla...at his apartment. She'd cut him to his core, her truths pummeling his conscience and threatening to overwhelm him.Would he feel differently if he hadn't allowed her to yell at him? Would he be blissfully ignorant?He shook his head slightly as he drove into town proper. It didn't matter. He'd done what he'd done."You're a sick fuck Roland," he. When she did finally stand she said she pulled up her skirt and buttoned it. They told her they wanted to introduce her to more of their friends like liked fucking white house wife's. She told them that would be nice and said she wanted a gang bang with only the thickest blackest cocks.They said they would set it up. My wife said she kissed them and picked up her pocketbook and left the apartment.She said as she drove down th to look at some shoese road she could feel their cum leaking from her. You can walk to school this morning.” A long pause. “Go!” The sound of stomping feet and a slamming door. From his vantage point at his small kitchen table he could see down the short hall into the living room and out the front window where a small female form passed in front his curtains and stalked to the sidewalk. He gave a silent prayer of thanks to the gods of birth control that he didn’t have kids. He felt a bit guilty at overhearing the family drama but it’s not like he could help it. At. Sorta. We were on the elevator to the fifth floor ... then it’s the staircase to the tower. The tower room is isolated from intruders. Central Michigan is a mixed population. People from all over Europe settled there.Pewamo, and Westphalia, towns south and west of my hometown, are largely German and the rural Germans have a tradition, Brautentführung or kidnapping of the bride. Close friends will at some point “kidnap” the bride after the ceremony, dragging her from bar to bar while the groom.