“Don’t you start anything, Pauly. You’ve got a game today. And from the sounds of it, you had plenty of work last night. What have you done t... poor Becka? What have you created? I’m afraid you spoil her. She won’t ever have another man treat her like you do.” She sounded almost regretful. “Go on. Go upstairs and get dressed. Wake Becka up and send her down for some breakfast.”I spent the morning splitting the last of the roof shakes for the barn raising. It was less than a month. It was a part of him, the very thing that kept his heart beating, it was something that he relished feeling every day, that feeling of absolute power, and control. Knowing that he held their lives in his hands, as they begged and pleaded. Grant was a career rapist, he had 45 victims at last count, and he was going to add more. The thrill of the hunt for pussy, unavailable pussy, made his mouth water, and his cock hard. It was the only thing that did. He needed them to be unwilling to make. . It was wrong for us to gang up on you like that." I just raised one eyebrow, as I continued to look at her. "I'm really sorry, and hope you'll forgive me."I sat down with my food, thinking about what she'd just said. I'd had to fight with Amber to get her to see reason, but Dixie had come to it on her own. Dixie had been the most distant of the three, Geo being the angry one, and Amber trying to show her love, while still supporting Geo. I'd been hurt by how easily Dixie had seemed to be. Now the curiosity was in pinnacle, but nowhere to try out. Like all sudden surprises, the opportunity also came in my life. My father’s daughter became a widow at early age of 24 and not much option to have; she came to our home to live. Her job was to do all household works and take care of us. We can’t give her a maid’s room as she is a family member, so she started sharing my bed.Soon enough I found when she is asleep, she is a dead piece of meat. So my job was to stay awake till 12, after.