Even if there were a scandal, I could claim I was forced, not depraved myself. It would have been sad and traumatic for me, but I certainly couldn’t...have enjoyed it! People would think I just shut my eyes and thought of the Queen, or England, or something and soldiered through.Daddy, um, the author I was talking about -- I have to call him Daddy now -- was not that kind of guy. He would never abduct someone or kidnap and drug them. It had to be their choice, my choice, of my own free will. For. " Cunt licking!" Deb giggled."You're so bad," Anna smiled."Juan? Deb...how are you darling?" Deb said seconds later into her cell phone. "Yes, I do need you, but another time perhaps. Now I have a friend who needs you more, who hasn't had what you can do with that mouth of yours in some time, years in fact...who? Mrs. Wilson, remember her, you met once when we were together. Yes, that's her, beautiful, yes, very beautiful, and that lovely silky silver hair...her neck, you remember her neck?. She'd run away, leaving Yvonne sniggering.And so she'd skipped her shower again, knowing Yvonne would be there and being too humiliated to have the other girl see her naked. She thought about going to the Headmistress, or one of the teachers, but that would probably cause more trouble than it would solve.She had trouble getting to sleep that night, and was wakened suddenly in the middle of the night by a sound in her room. She sat up just in time to see her door closing, and felt a wetness. Long before her pregnancy, and all through it." Anyhow, between the mother's marginal physical condition and all those dickheads knocking on her door that baby never stood a chance! When his wife found out the baby was dead she told Scott it was no big deal, it wasn't his anyhow. That she'd never loved him. That she'd married him only because she'd tried everything else, and he was as boring as everything else. Then she died. That's why he felt so devastated. His whole life had been a.