He was looking at the wall across from them and so she followed his line of sight. She gasped when she saw the welcome message. She moved a trembling ...and to cover her mouth as the blood drained from her face. "Oh my God..."Whoremongers."There's more," Jack finally said. He turned her towards the kitchen table. As they went, she caught a glimpse of the broken glass on the floor and let out another gasp. On the kitchen table, she could see a collection of pictures. In the center was their. “Are you and Glade back together?” he asked me.“No,” I responded. “I don’t think that we are.”“In that case,” he said triumphantly. “If you want some male companionship—to protect you from these perverted animals, that is—only I can truly treat you like a queen!”He laughed wholeheartedly when I told him that was the cheesiest line I’d ever heard. “King” Tim was endearing and wonderful to be around. He reminded me of your high-school best friend’s cool, pothead older brother. Not exactly romance. '* * *During breakfast we made the usual small talk; all the time trying not to look at each other in that deliberate way people do who are itching to move the conversation in another direction, subtly, without being caught. We did the washing up in pensive silence; it was so bloody obvious what we both wanted to talk about yet knew the subject was forbidden.'Same time tomorrow, then?' I asked, hanging up the tea towel, nodding towards the hall.Gran frowned, 'same time tomorrow?' Then her face. Robert was totally hard and every once in a while, he would toss his head back and groan, whispering shit like, "oh, that's fucking good, man, you are a fucking great cocksucker." Then Robert casually reached for the tray of weed on the beer can cluttered coffee table began to roll a joint all the while watching me suck his cock. "Lick my shaft, man, up and down, yeah, I like that." he said again. "You must have sucked a lot of cock." "Yeah, I've sucked a few," I said, I continued to gently.