Slowly, he moved his hand up. His fingertips grazing her skin. Her heart began to beat even faster and her body began to tingle. The pressure of his h...nd increased as he pushed her onto her back. His hand drifted up her hip. He lingered at a scar she had there. Feeling every bump. Slowly he ran his hand along her underwear but never in the place she wanted him to. Her eyes still closed, she could feel him adjust his weight on the bed. Ali felt a blast of cool air as the blankets were lifted. Debby was thinking back upon that time years ago. Cousin Earl had liked her living with him and Freddie. He hadn't had a young pussy to play with in a long time. And what was his son's was his. That's how it worked with the Claggett family. They all lived in a one room shack. The sleeping part was just behind an old quilt hanging from the rafters. Earl would come to her when Freddie was out fishing. He would sit on the edge of her bed so he could talk to his daughter-in-law. And then it would. ’ ‘Come on, Pop, where do you live? I suppose I’m going to have to walk you home.’ ‘That is kind of you, Graham. I am feeling a littleunsteady. I should be alright after I’ve been in the fresh air for a little while.’ It didn’t strike me at the time. But this old boy knew my name, I never have worked that one out. Perhaps he heard George say it? We made off in the direction of his home. Much to my relief it wasn’t too far out of my way. The old boy was leaning against me and chatting on about. But how do you not see the violence that is done to another living human being and not feel for the victim? And how had Nick seen this as many times as she could imagine he had and not let it get to him?She didn't know, and she didn't know if she wanted to find out.He came around the desk and knelt beside her, closing the file and pushing it out of the way. There were tears gathered in her green eyes, but she wouldn't let them fall, he knew. She would tough it all out. She was just that way.But.