I couldnt help but be floored and thing, Im a dad. But my initial awe was replaced as Megan continued, Her life is ruined, just like Moms was! And she...doesnt even know who it was! It might have been any punk kid at the party! And she thinks there were college kids there too, so it might have been an asshole rapist who was over eighteen. I hope it was, and that we can find him so I can kick that bastards ass all the way to JAIL! Jail? <,Gulp>, Abby was covering for me and Megan sounded so. After the session before last, I lost my enthusiasm for ranting at Jenny. I just couldn't muster the passion if I wasn't going to call her a slut and a whore, or something similar. Talking to a shrink has helped some, although I don't know why; I never believed in that sort of thing, certainly not that it might have any effect in just a week. Still when we went back to see Dr. Gardner after sleeping in the same bed for a week, I was beginning to think that there might be some outer limits to my. He was unhygienic but only for the reason that he was my stepson’s best friend and was dying I allowed him to stay with us in my home.Two days passed and it was normal. They both went school and came together. They used to studied together. Then came Sunday. It started as normal and we had dinner together. Then after few min my stepson came to me and asked for milk. I said no as aravindo was around and it could make problems. My stepson told after sometimes aravindo will go out then he could. I couldn’t help but steal glances at him, in what I was hope sly. I saw that the size of the man’s hands were huge. At least his palm was huge and his fingers thick. The wrists that disappeared under the finely tailored sleeves were as thick as my ankles. Everything bespoke unbridled power and command, but he still projected a calm, nearly tranquil presence. Odd that such a powerful man could look composed while being constrained. Each pause served to remind me that I was staring and not.