”He nods.“I’m Gordon.”“Hello Gordon.”“Kelly.” He looks me up and down, as if he can see me through his thick coat. I like it – it ma...es me feel like livestock. “Good body on you.”“Thank you.”“You do hormones, surgery and that?”I shake my head. He nods with what might be approval, it’s hard to say. We drink in companionable silence, and the whisky joins the dope, the poppers, the sex, the terror and the excitement to form a whole new cocktail of strange possibility.I think about his arm around. It didn’t take long before Allison cried out louder, her body shaking as she came. I slowed down my pace, making sure my strokes allowed the full length of my shaft to slide along her cunt. I held her hips tight against me as I erupted, spurting inside her. When I finished, I pulled out of her, and flopped back down on the blanket, exhausted and closed my eyes. I could hear the two girls talking softly to each other, from what I could hear, it sounded like they were kissing, and caressing each. That terrified her more than anything she had ever faced before. What terrified her about that was her realization that she could actually become the violently murderous rogue her father had once believed she was. She hoped her father would kill her if she lost herself that way. She seriously doubted that he would be able to. After all, he failed, last time...The Praetor had spent the last three sessions going over her memories of the massacre at Parson's Landing, where she had been accused of. Finally he said, "No one can know the future, Sweet Pea; so we don't know if they do, or don't." Oh," said the child with disappointment."Don't worry about whether they lived 'happily ever after' just dream of them flying way up into the sunny blue sky," said the old man and continued, "Sleep, now. It is late, and pretty girls need their beauty rest." Ok, Grampa," said the child as she wiggled down under the covers."She is so smart for such a young child!" thought the old man.One year earlier.