"Do you feel like talking about what happened and how you come to be related to Charlie?" I asked her. "You don't have to deal with questions like tha... now if you don't feel up to it." My dad died of cancer, and my mum married again. He was a policeman and seemed nice, but almost from the beginning he would get drunk and beat her up.I tried to tell her we should leave but the medical expenses for my dad had left us with nothing and she was too scared to get out. When he wanted to adopt me I. My eyes were wide as I looked at that ancient weathered face, and felt something far sharper than a razor at my neck. I felt the edge cut skin! He calmly sipped his coffee. When his eyes lifted to meet the gaze of the men that held me I knew I was dead. A noise outside caught his attention then. A distant sound I noticed then as well, a heavy unmuffled engine, tank tracks? Then more motor sounds joined the first, a convoy of trucks? With a tank? Coming closer. The men around me scattered and I. She played games and joined forums. It was kind of interesting but became boring really fast. Mary was looking for something else to do. She didn't want to leave her house. The internet was a big place with all kinds of interesting websites to visit. She would just have to find something that was more interesting to do.Her husband was a bit of a control freak. He expected things his way. He wanted the house clean, his children put to bed, a nice meal with some wine and his wife in a sexy. "It must have been the champagne because I let her talk me into agreeing with her plan, with my eyes constantly flicking to her body I went over to the drinks cabinet while my daughter cleared away the table. When she came back from the kitchen I gave her her drink and forced myself not to stare at her gorgeous body as I drained my glass. Pouring myself another drink I sighed and headed for my usual seat on the couch."Do you really think I'm pretty daddy?" Marina asked striking a pose that.