I will not let them shift the narrative. I will take this to a fucking jury and I will take the 17 cents a day they make in prison. If those cocksucke...s ever get out, they won’t have two fucking nickels to rub together. If it comes down to it, I’ll see their kids in foster care and their wives in homeless shelters. I was happy to leave them alone so long as they left us alone. You would have thought they would have figured out that we don’t do things halfway. But no! Well, one of them felt my. A single delicate pearl button between your breasts holds the top closed. Almost sheer, the outline of your nipples creates a shadow darker than your skin; thin straps of red across each shoulder. The shadow of your tummy button is clearly visible. Panties the same colour. My God! This is my gift. My body reacts. I want you. I can feel the shyness in you. You quickly climb into the bed and cover yourself. “No,” I say. “I want to see you.” Slowly I pull the blanket aside,. I asked her what it would have entailed and she said that a guy would have to fuck her (“wearing a condom would be essential” she said) in the pussy, various positions etc, and that she had considered doing it but that she couldn't take the chance of that sort of thing getting shown on the internet. She was quite candid about it and was very matter-of-fact about the whole thing. Over the next few nights I couldn't sleep thinking about what it would be like to actually do hardcore with her. I. There is no way in hell thathe's going to let Brad touch him, let alone marry him. Ugh. A husband?That would not be his thing. He listens to the next message: "Hey, it'sBrad again. I thought you'd be back by now. Having a real late dinner,are you? Give me a call. Love ya."The next message is from Brad: "Honey, what's up? I'm starting to getworried. It's got to be 2AM your time. Where are you?"After this message is one with a woman's voice: "Cathy, it's your mom.Brad says you're not answering.