Tears streaked down her porcelain cheeks, and I could see that she was quivering in fear. She looked fragile, vulnerable and afraid- I felt my cock be...in to stir inside my pants at the sight of her there, helpless and overpowered.The gardener then stood and positioned himself in front of Helen. She turned her face away a few times in vain as he attempted to guide his throbbing cock into her reluctant mouth, causing him to slap her several times. Finally, in a rage, he pressed his large strong. ” I smiled and backed my cart up slightly, to allow him to pass by me. “If you stay here,” he dutifully remarked, “You might get wet.” “I am already wet,” I replied. He didn’t seem to catch my innuendo. He stepped from his cart and repeated, “You’re going to get wet if you stay here.” I backed my cart up and stopped. “How about here?” I inquired. He shook his head back and forth. I crooked a lone finger and motioned for him to step over to where I was seated on the cart. He looked around and. It had big wooden beams all over and the 'room' I was in was large enough for a few horses. It had only three walls, with the fourth just a couple of support columns between it and the hallway. It looked like a row of horse stalls with the dividing walls and doors knocked out.I rubbed my toe on the floor and found that it was dirt with a couple of inches of hay over it. The overhead lights were big industrial-looking things that didn't belong in a place like this at all. The bright bluish-white. My lungs. It's pretty advanced."She looked straight ahead, at some pigeons fighting over crumbs on the lawn. "That's your own fault. All that smoking you did. God, you were never without a cigarette. Stupid." I know. I should have stopped a long time ago. Do you remember when you used to hide my cigarettes?" I was 8 years old. It was one of your periodic visits. You'd swoop down into our lives like a bird, stay a few days, then swoop off." I was a wanderer back then. A career in music will do.