”“Is Brad with you?”“Yes, he is,” Brad’s eyes widened.“Hi Coach,” Brad said.“I have some news for you, Brad. What would you think of...going to play for the Sault Saint Marie Greyhounds?”“It’s far away from home, but I’d be happy to be drafted by any team. Why are you telling me about the Greyhounds when you coach the Falcons?”“Brad, we know how good a player you are and will be in the future, and we certainly didn’t want you playing against us. We didn’t have a draft pick in the fourth round, so. Do I want to know what you plan to do to deal with them?”“I want to go use their saws, torches, and all the other things my brother has used on people for decades, but that would make me no better than them. I don’t have the stomach for thinking about the things they have done. Killing them, or having them die most agonizingly, causes more problems for my family and me than it solves. If I let them have a chance to escape, they will just find yet another place, as it seems my older sister has. Lips against the soft skin of my stomach, solid hands spreading my thighs apart his short nails scratching at me. Cheeky caresses close to my pussy, fingers leaving me aching and gasping and making pathetic pleads for his mouth to be on me. My eyes shut tight ‘look at me’ he whispers against my inner thigh and I glance down just in time to see his tongue dip into my warmth. My hands find the back of his head as his tongue finds my clitoris and that electric shock inside me hits again and my. ‘Okay,’ he said getting up from his seat. ‘I’ll get myself a drink while you talk.’ He went across the room to a small bar as I turned to Rosie. ‘Well? What do you think of this?’ I asked. ‘It sounds like a dream come true,’ he said in a low whisper, his eyes alight. ‘Getting wages and not having to spend any of it. Saving it up for our real dream.’ ‘So we say yes then?’ and he nodded and so I sat back and with Mr. Altman seeing this posture, came back over and sat down with his drink. .