"She snickered and then sat up, "what are we going to do?"I growled as I looked around, "in a few hours we are going to leave and I am going to visit ...hose that did this. After we are done I will take you to the master's sister."It was several long hours before I stood and murmured and gestured. The ice exploded up and through the ashes of the destroyed cottage. Ice turned to water that quenched the embers and cooled the ash. I fixed my robe as I started up the stairs, "time to go."I gestured. "I'm more interested in her future." Her future!" He laughed again. "Her future, that's very good, my boy! But perhaps you should be a little more interested in her present, oui?" He paused. "And I wouldn't consider myself part of her 'past', either - unless you count yesterday afternoon, that is." What do you mean?" I asked in a deadly tone."Just what I say, my boy! We had a shoot yesterday - nice little scene, too, if I say so myself. She always eats a cock like she's starving for it, don't. "So, Ice Cream Girl, I guess your name is Mary." Yeah," she said."I hope your last name isn't Christmas."She giggled for a second, and then moaned, and clutched her side more."Mind if I look at that?" I said, closing the door.She shrugged, which I took to mean permission. I took off her jacket, and lifted up her shirt. She was wearing a bra, so I didn't see that much, but I did see the damage. It wasn't broken, and it wasn't bleeding. It was just badly bruised. I told her as much."Small. He glanced at Sharon's face but she just stared out the window, looking rather pale."Go ahead."Tommy tentatively reached into the car, his hand slowly moving towards Sharon's heaving chest."Stop!" snapped Sharon out of the blue as she realized what was happening. Tommy gasped in surprise, jerking his hand back out of the car. Tits turned to glare at her stepson, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"Billy frowned and summoned his courage. Normally he would have backed off, but the.