But I want to know what it is that has been bothering you ever since you came home for Spring Break."Becca felt like a damn burst inside her as she to...d her dad about the drugging and rape Hayden Olsson had perpetrated. She could tell her dad was angry, the veins in his forehead were sticking out and his ears were bright red."Why didn't you go to the hospital and to the police," he asked with gentleness, even though there was steel behind his voice.She responded, but very meekly as if the. "He felt the blades again behind his head and then on the nape of his neckbefore she switched them off. She seemed to pick at it now with herfingers and seemed to spray it over and over as she pushed at his head."Open for me honey," said Rebecca, as she stood back eyeing him up as shetook a medium barreled curing iron from her vanity and approached himagain.He couldn't see it's insertion into his hair but felt her pull his hairstraight up at his forehead before he heard it clamp onto his. This is wrong."Stop!" I yell. "We can't do this," I say. "These are Mom's things. Wecan't... You can't wear them!"Stewart's face falls. He's only part-way to satisfaction. I can see himtenting the girlie panties. The horrible tent that is ruining thesmoothness that is supposed to be there. They aren't for men or boys.They are for women. They are for my mother."Just stop," I repeat."Not your mother's things, eh?" Owens asks. "Are there any other clotheswe could use? Your sisters?" No!" I blurt. . it'll require a little, shall we say, social engineering, to get the ball rolling." And why would you want to help me, Kyra?" Let's just say I'm more impressed by your determination than your non-existent credentials. And, it could be that while you were busy undressing me with your eyes, I might just have been doing the same to you. I appreciate a man who keeps himself in shape, and it's been... lonely."Kyra was magnificent in the flesh. They had just finished sharing a bar of soap. "But I'm.