We were on our way home. I had a soft rock station on the radio and trying to control my foot that kept trying to exceed the speed limit. Robby was in...the front seat with me. Brian was cuddled up in the back with Emily. We had been on the road for about a half-hour when I saw Robby pull down the sun visor and open the vanity mirror.I adjusted the rearview mirror, and sure enough, there was Emily with her skirt up around her waist, no pantyhose or shoes on with her panties around her left ankle.. " Myrna strode to her side and seized the buckle from the girl's fumbling fingers. Joan felt the band tighten until she choked. But the only sound she uttered was a submissive whimper. Myrna tightened it farther, and despite herself, Joan choked for air."Don't want to kill you," snarled Myrna cruelly through her teeth as she ran her fingers between the leather band and the girl's tight throat."There, that should do it," Myrna said as she hooked the buckle. Joan felt the blood in her neck swell. .. Well?" The woman was standing on his side of the table, a couple of feet away from him as though she didn't know whether it was safe to come any closer."Stellar." He played the last of the conversation back through his head, "You just accused me of helping to kill your sister. How should I feel? But I didn't sabotage Carolina's ship, nor did I let anyone else do it." He held her gaze as he said it, but once she'd determined that he was fine, there was no other indication of her real. . like... Mommy and Daddy fight a lot and it kinda scares me." Uh... I don't think you need to be scared." God. He wasn't much older than she. How could he give her advice?"It isn't my fault, you know? Like? It's not me that's making Mommy and Daddy mad? Like... you know... it's because of stuff they been doing. And I didn't tell on them, neither."God! He wanted to reach out and stroke the sleek plumpness of her thighs or feel the fleshmounds that were delightfully defined by the flimsy bathing.