I was going to let him down. I opened my mouth one last time to ask him, but nothing came out. I felt brittle as a soft little bird about to be eaten ...y a cat.Mr. Trombley noticed. "You're shivering, child," he said, his hands still on my shoulders. "What's wrong?" I couldn't face him. He'd notice my tears. He noticed them anyway. His fingers touched my cheek, my tears. "Yes," he said, misunderstanding completely. "You played so well today. My prize pupil. You're so good. So good. I'm so proud. Damn she looked hot. “Like what you see, whore?” I sneered, grabbing the back of her head and slapped her face a couple of times with my cock.Whimpering, she looked up at me, still with adoration that only a sister would have for a brother. Silently, she pleaded at me with her eyes. But I was too far gone. I wanted this and I knew she did too. And I wanted to take her like a whore off the streets, but she was still my little sister. True, my cock has wanted her for far too long and I was not. “It’s got hazelnut in it.” She bragged as she drank. “Oh, we should by these for future Charming Princes.”“You awake?” Persephone kicked David in the shin. “Good.”“Thanks for driving us,” David considered. “I’m glad we’re helping Quinn, but we’re going to leave the ‘keep David drained’ plan to the experts.”“Fuck you,” Persephone smiled. She wolfed down her muffin faster than David had ever seen a girl consume anything. “Out of the way, Kris.”“Kristi. Not Kris.” But the redhead inched out of the. Where you park?”“Just down the street about 60 yards, in the second public parking bay.” Mason replied politely. “Can I introduce you to my dear friend, Lyndsey, Mr P? She is a child doctor, so she is very good with children ... and their parents.”He stretched out a hand and shook Lyndsey’s hand, bowing, “You a paediatric doctor?”She enclosed his hand with both of hers and bowed slightly to match his bow. “Hello, Mr P. Yes, I am, and training to be a paediatric surgeon, in the children’s wing.