“Marian, see those kids over there?” I said. She looked to where I was nodding.“Yes, the teenager and the little kids?” she said.“Yes, the t...enager, how old do you think?” I said.“I don’t know, maybe eighteen or twenty. Could be a single mom I guess,” she said.“Yeah maybe,” I said. But I was beginning to put two and two together. It would be one hell of a coincidence, but I was becoming surer and surer that I was seeing the bad guys’ kids for the first time. Did I care? I actually was beginning. "Best leave the other hand for some mobility." He said. He came round the front of her and looked her down. He reached forward and literally tore her shirt in half. "Good girl, no bra just like I asked." Nick said. By ask he meant whipped her arse with a belt for half an hour until she repeated "i wont wear a bra anymore because sluts don't need bras" without crying. He moved down to her skirt now. He pulled his knife from his jacket pocket and cut up the side, gently pressing into her thigh. It didn't work. My mom looked at me, and said, "Looks like you're enjoying the movie." "Sorry, can't help it." "It's fine, it's normal. You're a teen, it's gonna happen." I caught myself staring into space, not even realizing I'd been caressing my hard-on the whole time. My mom saw, and said, "Umm... What are you doing?" Realizing what was going on, I stopped. She said, "It's okay if you do that, but only in your own privacy." I apologized and we watched the rest of the movie. About halfway. ..Dennoch zwang sie sich zur Ruhe und ging erst mal in das luxuriöse Bad ihrer Penthouse-Wohnung.Zufrieden musterte sie sich dort in dem großen Spiegel:Sie erblickte eine junge Frau, kein Mädchen mehr obwohl der Körperbau zierlich-knabenhaft war konnte jeder sehen das Aimee eine Frau und kein halbes Kind mehr war. Sie löste die silberne Fibel die ihre schulterlangen roten Haare zu einem strengen Knoten auf dem Kopf zusammengehalten hatte und das flüssige Feuer fiel ihr auf die schmalen.