"Do you believe I love you?" You have to," she said."The same could be said of your parents, but that's obviously not true." They're right not to love...me," she whispered."Stay with me here, Penny," I said, somewhat gruffly. "Do you believe that I love you?"Another pause, but then a soft "Yes." And could I have tossed you in the trash, like your parents did?"No pause this time. "Yes." But I didn't." That's true." This time there was a note of wonder in her voice."And the reason I didn't, is. I didn't think you'd do anything wrong."We finished our meal and ice-cream was brought out with some homemade pastries. Nobody said no to seconds or even thirds and Mom seemed happy about that.Later, Dad pulled me aside and said, "Are you in trouble?" I have more responsibilities than you can imagine, Dad. Part of it is the monetary value of what I have and others want a portion of. I can't talk even here because I figure that there may be some bugs on the phone if not in the house now. There. The only thing that crossed this line was a small black bean bag which we shared. The only other parts of the apartment we shared were obviously the kitchen and the bathroom.As far as siblings went we were close and loving. Often we talked for long hours into the night without any rivalry, especially since our parents were overseas. We had both inherited my father’s small stature and smooth skin. I was short for a boy, and despite several hours in the gym a week, had never grown any muscle,. ”The man who was guarding the exit was now guarding A.’s. It was more an entrance than anything. A. was shocked to find this bigger and more violent man was already rubbing his arse with his rough, coarse hand. The other hand was around A.’s soft, smooth neck whose nape the man bit so well that the poor boy fell to all fours groaning. Shouting for help, the second man wrapped his hand around his mouth, and with the other shoved two fingers down to choke him. By this time, the exiteer was atop.