The temptation to sleep with her son again was almost too strong for her. Numerous times she had caught herself outside his door at night, wanting, no...needing, to wake him up, and have him give her the perverse pleasure he had shown her before. She had felt completely empty inside, after enjoying the fullness that he had given her. What made it worse was that she knew he would happily do it for her. Only her own iron will was stopping her. She could blame the substance for what had happened. He thought back to the skinny Canadian singer with the strange voice that had picked out songs on the guitar she carried everywhere. Was it really more than thirty years ago? He remembered the fights that had started with Carey when some of the lads had tried to drown her out. And he remembered being puzzled, when the album came out, that she had set it in Crete. Freddie had never been keen on Matala but he guessed that it must have seemed more "credible"; the hippy colony had its reputation. Lydia touched Ramon's shoulder."Ramon do you hear me?" he asked."Yes Master," Ramon said."You will continue as Mayor of Delta City, under my control. I will tell you what I want done in the city and you will get it implemented, do you understand?" Max asked."Yes Master, I will remain Mayor and implement your instructions," Ramon replied and Lydia removed her hand. Summer then touched Tony."Tony, do you hear me?" Max asked."Yes Master," Tony replied."You will continue as Chief of Police and. My ass was already burning hot after the first hit. I drewled and sobbed as he gave me some more sewere blows to my ass. This was like a nightmare :o He was talking all about how I should stop flirting with u******ed boys. I felt so guilty and afraid. And the pain was unbeleivable. He kept on beating me up, down to my tighs, the back of my knees and shins. Over and over, roaring and laughing like a maniac. I looked at the phone receiving desperate messages from his son, begging him not to kill.