With so much wood readily available he was building his woodpile bigger than ever.He had decided that this load would be the last. The pile was alread... more than twice his own height and a dozen paces across. Carefully he filled the last gaps in the intricate pattern of branches and twigs that held together the pile and kept the central flue open.For the rest of the day, Enewalt used a wooden spade to cut sods from a nearby meadow. He slept rolled into his blanket under a makeshift lean-to as. Right now, he's getting the living crap beaten out of him.BAM! Paulie's ham-sized fist slammed in Robbie's jaw, and Robbie, not for the first time, wondered why he was always getting picked on. BAM! A punch to the gut. Robbie's breath shot out of his body and stars floated in front of his eyes. Ever since kindergarten, there was always some there to beat on him. Why? He never knew.BAM! Another punch to the gut and this time Robbie fell to the ground, gasping for breath. He looked up into. Darnell recoiled at the adrenalin-fueled rage, the uncontrolled fury, and felt the sharp blade of fear pierce his stomach.There was no gloating, the words were crisp and to the point, "Now, now Darnell didn't your mommy tell you that's no way to treat a lady?" Dylan pulled the scrawny lowlife's face down, and looked him squarely in the eye, "From what I heard 'big man', she dumped you a long time ago, so—why are you still bothering her?"Darnell struggled vigorously to break free but was held by. Your mother always was rather vocal during sex as I recall." Well I didn't let on I knew thinking it was just a one time thing. Boy was I wrong. Over the next six months I saw them in almost every room in the house. Each time he was slamming it into just as hard as he could and she was begging for more. I guess what hurt me the most wasn't that he and Mom were having sex but he was giving it to her in a way he wouldn't with me. I mean I was always begging him to pound me but he would always be.