After Uncle Marco's death Julian had insisted they return to Livorno, her home. She'd been furious at him, swearing never to speak to him again when s...e'd been taken by the child services agency. In anger, she'd gone mute, refusing to talk to the police or the social service workers.Julian had surprised her. Somehow he'd arranged for a judge to appoint him her legal guardian, probably bribery, and two days later she was back with him. Try as she might she'd been unable to give him the cold. ”Would he feel the same fear and trepidation? Would he refrain from going into the unknown?“Momoa, answer me. Are you there?” He softly called out through his comms.He thought about keeping quiet but he had to know. Tumble of few stray rocks from the ceiling made his heart jump and he was seconds away from pouring everything he had in the gun he was holding. At nothing.Somehow he held tight. He held on to his fear and stopped himself from pulling the trigger. His hands were shaking violently,. When I was 17 we moved out of the apartment and into a house near the college that I was planning on going to so that I’d be able to live at home while going to school. We set a bedroom up for me, but there really wasn’t much of a point in setting it up because even when I had my own bedroom I sill slept with my dad. When he met Lisa though things started to change. They went on a few dates before anything happened and the first few times they went to Lisa’s house, but then one day my dad told. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, pulling the curtains to keep our privacy and turning the light on. I told her to take her trousers off and as she did so I took off my T-Shirt so that I was standing in front of her with only a pair of her barely black tights on. Anne unbuttoned her trousers and let them fall to the floor, a sight that I had longed to see for many years.I stepped towards her and lifted her T-Shirt over her head and reached around the back to unbutton her bra, exposing.