We got very little accomplished that weekend, other than trying to calm Mama back down. Her reaction actually prevented us from profitably using the t...me we had, to think, or to come up with a strategy for trying to defend ourselves.The next week, while all of us were safely back in Lawrence, Uncle Bunny's house was burnt to the ground, and eight children's dolls were left lined up in the driveway.It was a warning that was simply unmistakeable. When Dad called me to tell me what had happened, I. And even more.Even more.Only after I got caught did I return to my senses. No, that's another lie and another betrayal. I never left my senses. I never had to return to them. I just covered everything up. I tried to be as clever as the bastard. I moved my true self away from Eric to protect my betrayal. I stole myself from him, I robbed him of myself.Tell me, which is the greater betrayal, the fucking or the denial?But I am not good in the role of the bastard, am I? I guess I'd love to be, but. She started breathing heavily and her breath became warm. She leaned her head on my chest and was licking my nipple over my shirt.I moved my other hand from behind her, sliding it down across her back and placed it on her alluringly ample ass. She moved her hand into my pocket and started rubbing my dick. I started pressing her ass and boobs with my hands. We both were getting in the mood so we almost forgot about our surroundings, as I playfully pinched her nipple.The hot lady Mahima could not. I squared my jaw.‘What do you want?’ I asked him. Wilkes filled the air with booming laughter.‘Only to show you your dreams, my friend.’The entire consort of the table got to their feet and led me out of the room, down into an underground chamber. As each turn grew tighter in my insane evening I became less certain of anything, most of all my personal safety, and descending into a dark, albeit enormous, basement, that mortal fear did not subside in the least.‘Welcome,’ said Wilkes, ‘to every.