I will keep it between us. Your cure will be our secret.’ Relief flooded through Jennifer and she felt she would melt from pure joy. She thanked the...man in front of her for all his goodness and kindness to her, and promised to be very brave. The priest sat in his side of the confessional box. ‘Come and sit on my lap my child. That way, if you grow afraid or sad at any time I examine you, you can cry into me and we can work through this together.’ Jennifer moved into the confessional and sat on. I thought Niharika would rush to the bathroom the wash herself off, but she just moaned, gave a big grin and started rubbing the semen into her skin. As she brought her hand to her nose, she commented they smelled different from me. I remarked that to really know their smell, she should jerk them off one by one. “Next time” she said, which brought big grins to the faces of my friends, since they knew this was gong to happen again.By this time her cunt had become less sensitive, so we stared. She might be willing to show it to you."The second I said it I wondered if I was going to regret it ... big time!Georgia looked at me as if I was an alien. "You'd do that?"I waved my hand in dismissal. "Talk to Yolanda. It's her house. She decides."I could see Georgia's eyes watering, and I looked away, finishing the last of my coffee. I think we were both trying to figure out the other. My taste for revenge had seemingly disappeared. I just wanted my boys nearby. I wasn't worried that she. Spied the .38 again, but left it be. The mere thought of holding the damn thing was too much. I’d been cured of guns during a run-in with my father’s 20 gauge shotgun when I was fifteen. But that’s another story for another time.”Brookpark, Ohio. 1970. Another time.Saturday afternoon.I was watching TV in my bedroom. I saw rapid movement in the hallway outside my door. The old man had flashed by and into my parent’s bedroom. The old man never moved fast. Ever.“Uh, oh.”The night before I’d gotten.