’ ‘She must be interested in you. Does she ask how you are doing or if you have a girlfriend?’ ‘I wrote once about my job at the service stati...n. She called me a grease monkey, and then went on for a page and a half about a dance recital her precious daughter was in.’ ‘I don’t think we should talk about this any more, Randy. It’s making you upset.’ I laughed. ‘It would have upset me when I was younger, but I avoided talking about it. I don’t mind telling you about my earlier days. You see me. "Well, good evening."Cassie gasped and spun around, eyes wide. Her hand fluttered to her bosom, her heart pounding.The first room of the suite was the lounge. A large plush sofa stood against the right wall, facing a flat-screen TV which filled the left wall. Just beyond the sofa was a small bar with a fully-stocked liquor cabinet and a sink.Mr. Giani sat upon the sofa in a satin robe, one hand cradling a half-full brandy snifter. He bowed his head and gave Cassie a smile. "Or should I say,. She wasn’t so worried about them drinking it since they had a stream in the cavern. To be honest, she wasn’t that worried about them being trapped.The cavern was vast, and they still had air movement. They could last for weeks before starvation got them. Having the LED’s with them meant they would even have a measure of light for a long time too.“Why is that?” she asked Bambie.“My father died on All Hallows Eve. When I was six, a boy in our neighbourhood had an altercation with some bullies.. She looked like a baby herself. “Those filthy bitches. God I hate em. They have nothing to offer, nothing, except.” His faced tightened in anger. “The spasms began in my womb and at first clenched hard and deep, keeping me in their hold. Then the electricity shot to my clit, down my legs, and up to my brain. “Christ Daddy!!” I spilled my cunt juices into his hand and all over his shirt. “ Oh god, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry Daddy. I couldn’t help it.” I opened the nightstand drawer to find.