No matter how much he wanted to hate ‘his kind’ this was something that he could not bring himself to do, for some odd reason the man before him r...minded Lucian of comic book heroes. Before you were even introduced to their character the reader knew that character was an unmoving force of justice. And this man had the same kind of feeling. Although his eyes were telling a different story.Radiant smile appeared on the man’s face, he said as he was looking at both Lucian and Lindsay, “No reason. Is it one of the first ones you ever bought? I will take you to Victoria's and get a sexy one that you will like to have under a T-shirt, not something like this ugly little piece."He took my brassiere off and dropped it in the wastebasket. He stared at me."Hey! This is a mistake." I reach for the bra, but he put his hands out, and this time, he grabbed both of my nipples and twisted. I had an orgasm immediately, causing me to shiver and shake a little.Noticing, he said, "See, they are so. . ‘ her Dad cut her off, ‘No, I mean the police chief bit, what’s he got to do with this?’ ‘It was his fucking pervert son Peter that did this,’ Grace screamedHer Dad fell back into a chair and held is head in his hands. He then stood up and quietly said ‘I’ll deal with him,’ and left the room.A little later a Doctor came in to examine Grace’s wounds. She said that they were all healing nicely and that she’d take the dressings off if Grace wanted her Mum to wash her. Grace said that would be. There was a pantry cupboard in the tiny room she used as a study, but no cooking facilities. But I could use the communal kitchen at the end of the building. A packet of instant noodles, some sliced bread, a tin of fish-paste, and some almost-black bananas. Not much of a meal, but it might cheer her up. While the water was boiling in a pot on the stove, I wandered back to her computer and cleared the screen-saver. She had been reading an email, so I diverted my gaze, but not before I had taken.