She glanced around to see if her mom might be close enough to bail her out of this conversation, as she was now getting beyond uncomfortable. She need...d a break and she needed to use a little bit of what she had learned through experience in her dealings with Rex whenever she did not want to continue an uncomfortable conversation.She stood up, and tried to put anger into her tone, but fell a bit short as a squeak highlighted her first syllable. “Look ... you are not my father, and I don’t have. You could have been muggers, robbers or rapists.”“It was our natural charm,” I said, squirming a bit, knowing that I had to tell her the full story soon. “She was quite relaxed with us and very open about Neil and his horrid brats. From what I can gather, Neil’s a bit of an abusive twat.”“In what way?”“She said there’s certain things that he wants to do to her like anal and weeing on her. When she doesn’t give in to his demands it’s a quick, emotionless hard bang with no consideration for her.. I pulled on the knee high boots and the transformation was complete. My hands glittered, silver nails surpassed only by the glint of the onyx stone of my ring. The pendant nestled just where it should between my breasts. My lips bewitching red, and eyes glittering liquidy brown rimmed in silvery blue. Wicked, I loved it. I traced a finger over the moonstone pendant. God how I missed darling Pagan Damion. He was as Pagan as they had come, and I had so wished to be like him. I sighed and recalled. There was a growing friendship, passing of smile, peck on the forehead, taking me out for snacks or dinner, or just some Rum, Coke, Chips and Chitchat at home. It was one of these chitchat sessions, we were laughing on some jokes, that I told him of my pain in a drunk condition as I had not felt so comfortable with anyone ever before. He had already stopped laughing, he rose from his chair and walked to the bed where I sat. He sat himself next to me and embraced me. I hugged him back, started.