" Never thought of it that way."Just then a good-looking woman in her forties came to our table. Alf stood up and gave her a hug. "I see you got here....Megan, this is Rachel and Patrick; Rachel and Patrick, my special friend, Megan."We shook hands. "I see why this'll be your last trip," Rachel said. "Will you invite us?" You, too?" No, Alf. That was mere supposition." We all laughed. Megan sat down and ordered without glancing at the menu."We come here at least once a week," she said with a. Can we practice after class tomorrow?”“Oh, sure. I didn’t even stop to think about your instrument being a little bigger than my flute case. I saw your new video Sunday night. It was so cute to have that little girl go to sleep on you while you played.”“My little sister. Sometimes when I’m playing late at night, she comes in and curls up next to me and goes to sleep. I end up carrying her to bed and tucking her in.”“You’re such a good big brother. Maybe sometime I could come and watch you. Because for the first time on that trip, I started thinking of Gemma as my ‘girlfriend’. I guess in a way it was only logical given that’s how I thought of things between Jill and Chris. I’d teased Jill about Chris being her ‘boyfriend’ for many months, although it was rarer that my mind dwelt on the fact that this made Jill his girlfriend. And with the all-round new openness about their feelings and love for each other, then their status as boyfriend and girlfriend was, even more, a central. We can to a stop in front of this table that looked like a cross with legs. He than picked me up and placed me on it, it was than I understood what was going to happen to me and what always happened to mommy. I started to cry and my father looked at me with eyes of lust and told me to lay down. I was trembling when I did as he told me too. I knew there was no point to fight him he was stronger than I was. He tied me down using some rope, bound my hands first than my feet, I was spread eagle..