It was cold and Linda felt chilled by more than the cool air. Carefully she went down the stairs to find a small empty room with a door at the bottom ...f the stairs. The heavy wooden door was locked but had a great iron key in the lock and unlocking it she walked into the darkened room, closing the door behind her. It was a small private chapel with comfortable chairs and couches. There was an altar in the front with the candelabra. Lighting the candles gave a warm glow to the room, turning off. “I was trying to handle this in a civilized fashion, but I’m tempted to kick your ass right now.”“Get the fuck out of my house and take that lying bitch with you!” I yelled. “If you fuck with me in my fucking house, I’ll have you locked up for so long your fucking grandkids will have to visit you up the fucking river!”Tim was obviously pissed, but he knew better than to go after me in my own home. What surprised me was how Sarah briefly hugged the bitch that was trying to ruin my. You're still a little boy. You're not even twelve. She didn't have full intercourse with you, probably because even she knew that you were too young for that. She's sick and deserves to rot in Hell. If you came, that means that you need to know more about masturbation, but I'll talk to you about that later. I'm assuming that you masturbate, right? Anyway, I'm gonna call your father now, since he's a deputy and it affects him directly. Then I'll tell Dan and wake up your grandpa," Vicki dialed. “Alicia cooks, Ben,” Craig said. “I wash. Those are house rules.” She and Dad went into the living room. When he was done, Craig came in and said. “Delicious meal, Miss Ortega. I think I’ll walk it off. It would be rude for you to tell me to get lost, so I’ll do it.”“I like your guy,” Dad said.“So do I.”“Is it true? What he said about you shutting him down?”“More or less,” she said. “He didn’t talk about permanence. He talked about marriage.”“Some people think those are the same.”“I’m not.