. mummy said I'd be taken away and locked up for years and years if I told anyone." She said quietlyI picked her up and held her, "Mummy lied, you wou...dn't have been locked up, but mummy would have been. She was being bad when she told you those things." I had to keep it simple for Wendy, but inside I was angry, angry with the woman I had married so long ago now, angry with the things she had made my daughter do, and angry with myself for letting it happen.Martha did not say anything; she went. It is a take it or leave it deal,” I said.“Just tell me now and save me a long drive,” he demanded.“Are you working for the cops or just plain stupid?” I asked.“I ain’t no cop, and I ain’t stupid,” he tried to bluff me.“Let’s just forget it. You aren’t ready to do business yet,” I demanded.“Alright the downtown cafe in West Jefferson at noon,” he said.I just hung up the phone. I left him wondering if I intended to show up or not. Hell I was wondering that myself. I decided to drive into town. She heard the tinkling of ice in a glass and the spoon that stirred the gin and orange flavored tonic he'd prepared for her. He tasted it himself and was pleased with his result. He approached her from behind and held the glass just above and forward of her head. He tipped it forward just enough to spill about a spoonful of the liquid unto her right breast. She jumped a little and raised her right hand to wipe it off. "Hey, what's the big deal?" "Just checking that your reflexs were. "That's good, now I want to see you," I murmured, undoing his pants.I heard them fall a bit, and I immediately dug into his boxers and grabbed onto his schlong. "Go ahead, feel me, Ben, I won't scream." Good to know," he whispered, squeezing my butt cheeks. "Wow, I couldn't tell by seeing you with your clothes on, but you have a soft body, Cassidy." Oh, you can be sweet, Ben, I like more and more by the second. Although, I should tell you, this hard cock is doing most of the heavy lifting." Too.