My alarm clock just rang through my ears in my attempt to ignore it, and I tried my absolute hardest to just pretend that I wasn’t hearing anything,...but I ended up giving in and muttered a mild-curse, the type you’d hear on a G or a TV Y7 show, nothing big or fantastic, and finally snapped mentally. I gave in. ‘Piece of garbage! Why didn’t you go off HOURS ago? You better not be getting wacky on me…’ I rolled over and reached for the clock, turned it off, and yawned a noisy yawn. ‘Holy crap!’. One of my stepfather’s friends was Major Greenaway, who made no secret of his lust and desire for me. He offered my stepfather money to become my guardian, seeing it a legal path to have his wicked way with me, as I was a virgin and not yet sixteen years of age. My stepfather agreed to the sale. Only one man stood in the path of my loss of innocence and descent into degradation, and that was Mister Barton Seagrave. He was a neighbour, a widower with two young daughters whom I was teaching to. "Amber, it's ok," I said, as I walked over to stand by her. She didn't even twitch. "Amber honey, turn around, it's nothing to be ashamed of," I said again."Go away," she mumbled into the pillow.I sighed again, knowing exactly how this was going to go. Stay in her room all night, slink around me for days, then be angry and defensive for weeks. We went through this every time she became embarrassed. I wanted to pinch her just for the reaction, but I decided to give her a reason to be embarrassed. They were both twenty now and he didn’t even date because he hadn’t gotten over her.They both worked and he knew exactly where she did, so he picked a little restaurant nearby and texted “dinner?”. Reply was immediate. He sent the place and time.She was already there when he walked in and she stood up and hugged him. Her appearance hadn’t changed with being married, but he saw that there was something going on behind her smile. They ordered and then she reached out her hand for his.Joel was a.