Brody ordered a cheeseburger with onion rings and a beer. Rick went for the bacon-cheeseburger and French fries. The beers arrived first and Brody wat...hed as his brother downed almost half his bottle in one go. Had he always done that? "So, how's it going, Rick?" His brother raised his eyebrows. "How's what going?" "Everything. Come on, man. Mom's worried about you." "When isn't she worried about all of us?" "True, but right now I think you're at the top of the list. How are you?" "I'm okay.. "Father please, I need to to tell you what happened to me last night." "Not here Lucy." Father Anthony headed toward the confessional with Lucy close behind. The confessional was tiny and free of any decoration. It had a separation that split the room in two for those that lacked the courage to confess face to face. Lucy opted to sit directly in front of father Anthony for this was more of an appeal for help than a true confession. "Lucy, did I hear you correctly over the phone? Do you believe. "I hadn't been on the streets long, just plenty long enough to hear talk about this girl who was beaten, that girl who was knifed, such-and-such a girl who OD'd. After a few minutes of silence, the conversation would just drift away to other topics. It didn't seem to matter much.The idea that I, Betsy Powell, would be reduced to an anonymous statistic finally shook me out of the fear that had frozen me in place, and I turned and headed back quickly to the all-night diner I had just left. I. Shaun was tall, dark, and handsome. He stood almost six foot two and two hundred pounds, and he kept himself in pristine condition. Over the next few days I began to think about Melissa being with my wife Ann. The thought of watching Melissa use my wife for own deep dark desires had my cock harder than any other time in my life. I then sat down and talked it over with Ann one night. I told her all about the two of them, and after some careful considerations she agreed to meet Melissa. Melissa.