And, not long after Brianna was born, she discovered Danny was into harder drugs. She’d stumbled on his stash of crystal meth, which explained his i...creasingly wild mood swings. She’d given him an ultimatum: her or drugs, and she was stunned when he left her for drugs. It turned out to be a blessing. The divorce had been painful, and Danny had harassed her right up to the time he was sent off to Parchman for his part in a drug deal gone bad, which left a dealer dead in the parking lot of a. Now that it was happening, there was great delight to be taken from the situation.“Come into the living-room,” he said. “I’ll fix us both a drink.”“I don’t want a drink,” she said, anger still fuming as she followed him inside.“Oh I think you could use one,” he told her, picking up the brandy and pouring shots into the tumblers he had waiting on his parents’ mahogany coffee table. “Go on, knock it back.” He tossed the contents of one tumbler down his throat like he did it all the time and. "Oh... Right there!... Yes! ...Don't stop," you panted, curling your hand into my hair and rucking your hips. If I had wanted to escape (which I did NOT) I don't think I could have. The back of your knee behind my head and a fist full of my hair kept me right where you and I wanted. On a couple of occasions, I felt you stiffen up, followed by a fresh dose of your essence, so I knew I was doing things right. You never lost your composure, never cried out, never loosened your grip, so I kept on. I looked all around for maybe the hidden camera or something. ‘This is a joke, right? You can’t be serious.’ He leaned over the bag until he was in my face, too close. I didn’t pull away even though I wanted to. He said, ‘I am very serious.’ ‘But what’s to stop me from just taking the money and running?’ He laughed. ‘You let me worry about that,’ he said. This time I believed him. I believed him all the way, about everything. In that second I understood three things. I knew that I could never.