She stared at him with her reflective, blue eyes, concern etched on her face.“It felt ... good,” he stammered, his arm rattling audibly in its cas...ng. His stomach churned as if he were admitting to some disgusting secret. “I was scared, I was angry. But as I lost the will to fight her and started to just ... let her have her way, when I didn’t have the strength left to keep resisting her...” Kaisha watched him intently, her expression neutral. “It felt ... good. I felt like I had no control. Police Chief Muir rested back in Dutch style rocker. He watched Henrietta come up the garden path with a basket of biscuits for his breakfast table. She also had the potion she had made for him to sooth the stump of his leg in a way that caused him to forget entirely that the pain was still there.That pain was like a memory of a nightmare hidden in his mind and sealed from his conscious thought at any given moment.“Thank you kindly for the biscuits, Miss Henrietta. Tell you sister she is a fine. I was not able to say anything. Suddenly a wicked plan comes in my mind. I just moved towards her… 1st I assured her I will not tell it to anybody but asked why she was doing that. Was not she satisfied with uncle?She was then started crying…. I wipe her tear and make her sit on the bed…after some time she started… she told me that she was not having sex with uncle for more than last 4 – 5 years and whenever he did he was ejaculated with in 2 or 3 stroke. She was very much thirsty for sex and. She parked and looked at her watch. Just after midday; perfect timing! An ideal time for a coffee. She went into the cafe and bought a large cup and a bun and settled down at the back where she could look out of the window. As she looked round, she could see that the place was filling up. She had been lucky to get a table to herself and she saw that before long she would probably find herself being asked to share. She glanced at the queue of customers and wondered which of them would ask.