They had been crying! They told me that mom had come home, packed some clothes and left again without saying anything to them. This was not like my wi...e at all. I called the sheriff at home.He explained that there was nothing that he could do and he could not tell me anything. All he could say was that she was fine, that she had gone willingly and that he was sorry. That was not good enough for me. I needed to know what was happening. That is when my training from the Army came in handy for. "Jason." I know," she said. "They speak your name like you are..." Whatever anyone says about me, Amada," I interrupted. "I'm either much less or much worse." You sat with them so you're probably more," she said staring into my eyes. "Everyone I've spoken to here says to be careful with you so you're probably worse." You're sixteen?" I asked."I've seen a lot of death," she said. "There are more people in the Institute than I saw in my country." I'm sorry," I said."You're not though," she said. “I’ve lost everything,” Pepper said, staring down at the floor.This was the first time, since his kidnapping, that he had actually thought about what was back in Los Angeles. The first two days of his kidnapping he had been afraid for his life. The next three days had been spent working from sunrise to sunset, mucking out stables. Mostly he had been more concerned with surviving the present, rather than worrying much about the future.His ordeal had lasted for five days, so far. It was hard to. Esmerelda leant in and brushed her body against his. Reaching out, the headboard felt warm in her clenched fingers. Braced on outstretched arms, her exertion warmed the floral notes of her perfume and she lifted her hips. Pushing down, his whole length grazed her swollen muscles and forced out a tirade of soft yelps. Her nipples swept against his body and fed that longing ache for an intense climax. Denied for four long days, he felt so hot and thick between her thighs. His abstinence was.