Finally, my dad met a woman named Angie and eventually married her when I was ten years old. Angie and I got along pretty well the first two years or...so but then she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Patsy. From that time forward, Angie treated me like the proverbial stepchild. Patsy always came first, getting whatever she wanted, while I got nothing. As the years went by, my resentment of Angie slowly turned to pure hatred. I could tell by her actions toward me that she hated me. "... "Limehouse Pier..." she related.In one sense, to my annoyance, Mace and Mbute had considerable assistance from me. The girls had been quite helpless; strapped, hooded, gagged and caged so that they could be left while Harwell and I were visiting Sir Bristow. If they had not been secured so, I am sure that Horatia and the girls would, together, have resisted the intruders. However, that was not the case. Horatia alone had been easily overcome. All that Mace and Mbute had then needed to do. His body slowly started to relax on top of mine so I could feel his heat and his junk rub against my thigh. “No, don’t please.” I begged while moaning.‘“OH sweetheart, no, not yet. That won’t be happening until you’re ready. Just as I said before. That will not be happening yet, nor will I try. I want you to just feel. Feel my body touch yours. Feel how your body reacts to mine. I want you to understand that connection.” He ground a little bit into me, but it was never forceful. I did. I noticed that Arthur appeared to be suffering a little this morning and thought he probably deserved that, but wasn’t sure how much of the upcoming lecture he’d really earned.We were seated at a large table and mercifully, it looked like the place was mostly empty. There were a couple of people at tables, but the staff was keeping everyone spaced out. We sat down and started looking over the menus. I closed mine fairly quickly, deciding on the big breakfast. I’d burned a lot of energy last.