You have our cell numbers, and Mr. and Mrs. Donnelly are home all weekend if there is an emergency. While we’re gone, your brother is in is in charg... and you do whatever he says, ok?”"WHAT!?" Becky shrieked. "But I'm seventeen-years-old, just one year younger than Phil, and I used to stay home alone all the time before you married mom," she complained. “I don’t need to be looked after like a baby!”"Becky!" Her mother said in a stern voice. "Just do whatever your brother says. If I hear from him. Maybe I should pity him. But it didn't take a lot of soul searching to know that I feel nothing. Or at least I feel nothing good. I responded, "I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry I'm naked and I'm sorry I'm wearing these boots and I'm sorry that when we go to bed tonight that well hung bastard next door is probably going to fuck my ass. All this because you felt the need to steal a stapler! What the fuck is wrong with you, Jimmie?!!"His shoulders slumped. He grabbed another folded up box from the stack. Garner step into the sunlight and shake the pastor's hand. Brianna pushed off with her foot and slowly rolled through the parishioners. She got to the bottom of the steps just as Allison and her brothers came down the steps. Brad was his typical gloomy self. Ben looked bored, his hands stuffed into his pockets. Allison seemed kind of bored herself."Allison!" Brianna called as her friend drew closer. The brunette looked up and her face lit up."Brianna! What are you doing here?" Just out for a. She'd planned this. She really did know about Dick. But she needed my help.Dick and Rebecca struggled for control, but Dick had the advantage of weight and gravity. I did everything I could think to do to get some modicum of control back from Dick, but he wanted this bad."What did you think you were gonna do with this, bitch?" Dick squeezed her wrist cruelly; she cried out as the device fell from her grip to land softly at her side.I screamed from within my prison. But no one was listening. I.