You had no problem taking advantage of her when she was, as you say, drunk. And you had no problem trying to fuck her because she was angry with me. D... I have all of that right?"Mark had blanched at my direct accusations. He was now afraid for the first time. He had worked with me long enough to know when I was furious. He had seen my temper in action. I watched as he put his hands on the arms of the chair ready to bolt."Stu, I'm so damned sorry. Please believe me when I tell you this will. As it came into my view, the last thing in the world I wanted to do was to openly stare at it. Maybe it was it's gigantic thickness and length that caught me completly off guard, but in any event, I did the complete opposite of my intentions by locking my eyes onto it with a look of complete mystified fascination.So Bruno began to play with it using the tips of his fingers to tease himself. He was looking right at me before I finally came to my senses and looked away. Then Bruno asked Paul if. " For Pete's sake Ann, she's scared, she needs one of us."She remembered her mother's eyes, the contempt in her voice, "Don't you think it's time you went to work? I will handle this."She looked at her father and silently pleaded, "Help me Daddy, please."Her father's look of defeat and shame as he silently stood up and left the room. She began to cry, to beg him to come back. The sharp slap across her mouth as she was told to shut up. Her mother literally dragging her to the bus stop, begging. They climbed above Inveraray and headed in the direction of Oban/Dun Ollaigh.As they came in to land Scott could see that a mass of the people of Oban had come out to see the plane again. The plane landed and Scott jumped from the passenger seat. He had radioed ahead to make sure that his old friend the Abbot of Kilchrennan was on his way to Oban too and he had asked the languages teacher to stand by for a flight to Oban also, Latin being the most likely language the Catholic envoy would.