His blurred gaze traveled up her form from head to toe, lightening a bit after making the decision that she was under him and would be an easy target....Reaching into his back pocket he pulled out a small switchblade and took a menacing step towards her, a smile protruding from his disheveled features. ‘Be a good girl and hand ov’er your money.’ He slurred. Looking at him from under the thick hood of her trench coat she smiled. It was a charming smile. Something a normal person in her situation. I called Candace and she came over and, inevitably, took the three smaller, younger girls in her impoverished little hatchback, while I took Christina and Angie in mine. Evelyn would fill Candace in on the way.“I might’ve known you’d end up in a girls’ boarding school,” teased Angie from my back seat, stroking my neck.“You have no idea,” I smiled ruefully.“So have you missed us?” grinned Christina, reaching over to stroke up my thigh.“I have, yes,” I thought back to the carefree days, evenings. I tried to forget about the message, and play it off as just another fantasy, but it haunted me. Sometimes three times in a day, I'd find myself looking for a quiet discreet spot to relieve myself. In bathrooms at work, in my apartment, in a bathroom in the mall even. The image was burned into my mind.I should tell you, I'm 28 yrs old, single, at 6'2 I'm fairly tall, and in pretty good shape. One night, after getting a few happy hour beers, I started surfing the craigslist ads. Again, I started. .. I suck at tears. A crying woman or a snuffling child leaves me ... not defenseless ... in "fix it mode". I can help.So, I wrapped her up in my arms and let her cry. Of course, Simone is in discovery and denial and she did try to beat me up so Barb is keeping me in her sights ... I'd hate to get shot with my own gun, again. Once is way more than enough."Tell me about your Dad. The way you saw him." You'll just listen?"I nodded."You'll believe me?" It's the truth you were taught, I'll listen.".