Was she having me on? Well, I'd have to see. I wandered down to the front door, my pulse racing. It was very hot outside. I loosened my tie and leant ...gainst the front of the building, lapping up the sun. The anticipation was tantalising and the bulge in my trousers just wouldn't subside. My hands sweated around the sandwiches.She must have been having me on, I thought. She was probably peering out of some window at me right now, giggling with her friend Pam. No! I wouldn't make a fool of. “My daddy doesn’t love me any more.”“That’s terrible”, he said. “But I could be your Daddy!”“I’m confused. What does that mean?”“A pimp is really a Daddy to his girls. He looks after them, he cares for them. He ensures that they have pretty clothes and the best food and the best drugs and booze. Does that sound good to you?”“Yes, but we’re both anonymous. How could that work?”“Well, for the time being, I could be your virtual Daddy until you decide you want to meet me. Would you like that. This was the best she'd ever felt or experienced, that was 'til she felt Ephus reach her opening. Another intense feeling ran through her body along with a hot, tingling.Panting hard, she grasp Ephus hand to stop him from what he was doing. "Stop Ephus! I need you! Ephus, I cannot take any more! Take me... Please?"Ephus smiled as he withdrew his hand, lining up with her opening. Then he started to slowly push in, til she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him all the way in as hard as she. That was why the women volunteered to be rescued by a Hero. To be impregnated just one time at the risk of their own life.I picked up the next, and it described Chaos, the people who were good and those that were villains and how those who thought that might made right, in their eyes at least. There were the descriptions of the physical characters of the world, and what I would find there. The more I read the more I needed to. It was becoming an addiction, and I was being drawn in by it.No.