" What do I mean, Molly?" he said softly, sitting down next to me."Um," I said nervously. "You...uh...mean...you want to take me...towherever you are...staying...um...after the flight." Uh huh," he said. "And you're fine with that, aren't you?" Yes sir," I said, making direct eye contact. He had such powerfuleyes."Good," he said. "Then it's settled. Have a good flight and thencome find me after we land." Yes, sir," I said excitedly. I felt....needed, wanted. Useful. Ifelt special. . Rosco was still working hard at fucking her, and Betty showed more and more the effects of what the dog was accomplishing. She shouted, "OH, WHAT A GOOD FUCK! ROSCO, YOU ARE A WONDERFUL FUCKER! DON'T STOP! OH, PLEASE DON'T STOP! FUCK! FUCK! FUck! fuck! fu..." At this point, Betty seemed to run down and to have no more strength to babble.Grace said, "Rosco seems to be a good fucker. He just needs to learn how to get started. Well, we can handle that, or, I should say, Bruno can handle that."It. “Jesus, is there anything we can do to get him out of there?” said Blake.“No, but if you guys could visit a bit more often. I can tell you it will be at least a little better,” he said.I was getting letters regularly from Ava, now. And I got a couple from my brother as well. That they were keeping me from going nuts was a great truth for sure. I needed those letters for two reasons, actually. One, they kept me from going nuts no question about it. Two, it was a matter of pride, prestige, status. I quietly went up the stairs, not making a sound. I looked into my sister’s room and there she was. She had only her bra on and her panties down by her ankles. She was fingering herself and saying my name. She was moaning and grabbing onto her sheets very tightly. I could see her hard nipples poking through her bra. She opened her eyes and saw me standing there. She turned red with embarrassment and jumped up trying to pull her pink panties up. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for you to see that.”.