Her voice was filled with anger and frustration but she kept herself within the level of reason. “It’s about time you start thinking about your fu...ure and playing around will get you nowhere.” “I am not doing this for myself, you know. You are my child and it is my duty as a parent to guide you to the right path. You have the liberty to choose whomever you wish to spend your life with, but always prioritize what he can provide for you and the family that you will raise. Do you understand?” She. ?Does dad know about this?? Her mom smiled sadly, ?it's his idea.? Now, her mother blew them, fucked them, gave them what they wanted. Cindywas well aware that her mom had little choice. She knew how it was, her dadhad beaten her mom many times too and she knew her mom wasn't about to go againsthim. A timid knock sounded at her door. This would be Jason, son of one of themen using her mom this evening. ?Come,? she said, smiling wanly at the joke. A tall, large boy of about seventeen entered her. She really seemed to want to please me, to find and share pleasure together again in every way. Even a simple thing like B suggesting I take her out in public wearing just a dress and photograph her, which I did with her sitting on a bench in Boston Commons with her legs spread apart where she might be seen by passersby, ended with her sucking on me while I drove back to Cambridge and explosive sex when we got home. I eagerly looked forward to receiving new pictures from B, which unfortunately. ”“Oh my God!” she exclaimed.“I thought I’d like to go to New Zealand for the honeymoon. We can hire a car and just drive around as we please, and stop when we want to. What do you think?” he asked.“That’s not how you plan a holiday,” she scolded.“Yes, it is. It’s the best way. Mum and I used to chuck a bag of clothes in the car, and then we’d pick a direction and drive. If we found something interesting, we stopped. We’d check out the information centres when we got somewhere and go do whatever.