Hold that, this one is pretty high quality and has his monogram on it. Shit.The officers had wrestled my aunt into the back of one of their cars and h...d returned."I'm terribly sorry about that, Miss Valenova. I had no idea she could move that quickly." No problem," I said. "I was shocked as well." Are you okay," he asked gently pulling the handkerchief away from my cheek to check out the scratch."Fuck," he muttered to my amazement. "That's deep. You'll need stitches." Great. Can I get my things. I realised she had been quite drunk when she had admitted the events of that weekend to me, (as I have described in chapter seven) and probably didn’t even remember half of what she’d actually told me about it that night as she’d been very drunk. Whatever, Jenny didn’t really seem to want to include Caesar in our pillow talk or mention that weekend at the George at all. I was getting the distinct feeling that she was now feeling some ‘guilt’ that it was in fact her who had first set a ball. Instead, Jack motioned Tina to stop, and answered, “No, that won’t be necessary. No, I wanted to talk to both you and Kirsten.”The teen noticed her mother’s look of disappointment, but instead asked, “Lord? How can I help?”Jack smiled. “You can help by listening to your mother.” He turned to Tina. “Begin teaching your daughter about the kinds of things a man expects of a woman. Make sure you buy some toys and videos so you can show her and get her used to a man. I plan to use her fully. You. The darkness hidthe fact that she was surrounded by trees, trees with thorns. If Sylvie madeany mistakes, she would be stabbed by thorns, and she already knew that theywould hurt, having deliberately brushed against them when she had planned thisordeal. It was now or never for Sylvie. Slowly, sheundressed, feeling? theweight of the wet clothes leave her as she stripped. The jumper she had wornwas thrown in one direction, the trousers in another. Her panties were sentflying in a direction Sylvie.