But he just leaned back, and pulled my panties all the way down and threw them off into the field. “Bet you wanna get fucked don’t you girl? Wet...little slut you’re just begging for cock.” I didn’t know what to say, and what he was saying to me made me embarrassed but even wetter at the same time. I moaned as he looked down at me, I saw him stroking himself through his pants. “Little slut…spread your legs.” And I don’t know why I did it, but I did. H e laughed. “That’s it baby..show your. Mom opened the album and flipped through it, finally saying, "There it is." She put her thumb on the page and closed the album, picking up her phone again. After a couple of taps, she sat the album down and put the phone right next to a picture.The picture was of my dad in almost the exact same pose, also shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts, but presenting my crib. The resemblance was uncanny."I swear you're the spitting image of your father at your age. I have to look twice sometimes to be. ." It was about the only thing she couldn't see herself forgiving Ben for, especially in light of how worried she was.He shook his head almost instantly. "As far as I know, he really is missing. I just made it sound a bit more ominous than perhaps I should have. It was a slimy thing to do, I admit that, but I wanted you to gravitate to me, not to some old professor." Ben knew Professor Salinger was far from old, but he wanted to drive his point home. "So there you have it," he finished, letting. ' Paul said.Calling home Paul said, "I'll be heading out of town for a few days. Take care of the place while I am gone." Where are you going?" Rachel asked, and Paul could feel her worry."Not far, why?" Paul asked, concerned that she was worried about something.Renting a car Paul drove out to Westward Falls, where his father had last been seen. It was a quiet little town, up in the mountains. Renting a room at an affordable motel, Blood Fang headed into the woods on foot, leaving the rental.