Ever since her aunt—her last known relative—had died three years earlier, her holiday spirit had been MIA. Images of a husband, children, and pape... hearts flashed through her mind, only ceasing when the old bartender set a glass in front of her. ‘Here you go, sweetheart. Anything else I can get you?’ ‘No, this will do it,’ she tried to smile, but felt like it came out as more of a grimace. His brows furrowed, ‘I’ve been watching you sulk all night. Whatsa matter? You end things with your. Does he hold anything else over you? And can you prove to the cops, and to me, how old you are?" Well, he has anything that my mom probably left to me. I don't know what she might have done that way. I know she made a will, but I don't know what it said. And yes! I can prove how old I am. I have my driver's license with me. I suppose that my birth certificate is back at the house we lived in." Would you please let me see it so we can plan a defense if it's needed?"She reached back into the. She was talking to her lover. "I told you he'd buy it!" she added.Hal pulled back and paused for an infinitesimal second before resuming his fucking rhythm. I couldn't help it, my asshole lunged at him, unable to wait. He then began his long slow re-entry yet again, and I was almost out of my head with joy."Yes you did, sweetheart," Hal said as he concentrated on re-entering me, his eyes fixed in some middle distance. "And he feels just great! Just great! I'd never have believed you could. Many families offered their daughters, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their offers of marriage, politely, but firmly. He would trust no woman again. And so during the days, he tended to his estate, at nights, pumping his frustrations into the silly women who thought they could lure him into marriage, as he waited and waited. Because Raith had once been married, and he had a daughter. She was a child when Dartmoor first met Raith, but Dartmoor did not know of her existence until.