“Yes sir, we are a very integrated family.”“I yelled, “Hey Katy, bring Sonya in here.”She caressed the cheek of the assistant prosecutor and...I think he cum. She could make a San Francisco mime have an erection. She opened the big door at the back of the courtroom and a foxy little sweet thing wearing a mini skirt and no panties came in.“That’s Sonya, my fellow victim in this mess, Judge.” He gave me a fish eye and I added, “Remember it was her dad that spiked that drink.”The judge asked Sonya. Remember your mom and me are right down the hall, okay? Okay, Sarah said, sounding unconvinced. Now give me a kiss. Good night, Sarah. Good night, Stevie. The sound of Sarahs door closing preceded footsteps returning down the hall, and then Stephens weight sank down on the bed next to her. Ellen turned the light off and glared at him in the dark. Well? Are you happy now? she said. Happy that we didnt leave her to give herself a fit? Yes. Children need boundaries. Children need you to be there. She was deep into Victor's shit game, seriously hope we don't run into her or Anna. Those two are dangerous. Don't let that blonde hair fool you, they're sharp and they'll kill you faster than you can spit." She saved my family ... beyond that ... I don't know..." Tamara felt the fear again, the moments of rushed flight, gunfire, explosions, the separation from her husband at Victor's compound. "Got anything to drink?"Hilda watched her without expression. "Suspect you're needing something. "Chapters Eight through to Ten," She sighed."Figures," she retorted.The two walked up the front steps to a large suburban colonial. The cobblestone drive was wet from this mornings rain shower. Shrubberies decorated the sprawling front lawn and immaculate gardens wound their way from the front yard to the back. This was the house Mara had grown up in.Her father was a prominent lawyer and her mother had decided the pool boy was worth more of her time than her family. Mara shoved her key in the.