“I’m not really hungry now, and I need your help,” she said rather seriously. Mr. Brooks was disappointed that she wasn’t interested in his �...special lunch”, but he was all ears. “I have an itch, and I need you to scratch it,” she explained, looking down at her crotch. “It’s under my dress,” she added, like she needed to give directions. The old man decided to play along. He lifted up her dress, and she opened her knees wide. “It’s between my legs,” she directed him. He teasingly scratched her. They were nearly at her house. ‘I’m worried about you,’ he said. She had surprised the honest answer out of him. ‘I can take care of myself,’ she said. ‘I don’t need you stalking me.’ Her eyes narrowed. ‘Maybe,’ he said. ‘I can’t see how it hurts to have a friend, or to have someone look out for you.’ The conversation gave him a chance to do something he hadn’t done much of before — hear her voice. She rarely said anything in school, and when she did her voice was soft. If he and his mother. "Mercy? You will receive no mercy from me," June Cartwright sneered, "your punishment sissy is just beginning, you will regret the day you ever met my lovely innocent daughter."Wanda smiled on hearing her mothers contemptuous words, knowing June was well aware of the various men Wanda had slept with during her married life, and who could blame me she thought married to sissy with a tiny prick."Well perhaps not quite so innocent mommy, I have cuckold him on many occasions,"This was the first the. I know she was here. I can still smell her perfume. Gabby didn't want to get back together, so you called me as soon as she was gone. And now you're lying to me already."Vince wasn't used to Lizzie, or any girl, speaking so directly and firmly to him. He was briefly at a loss for words. As he had with Gabriella, he tried to gain Lizzie's sympathy. At the same time, Lizzie was surprised at how confident she felt. It was new for her."I just didn't know what I was doing," Vince said. "I miss you.