If it is the latter, and you make any trouble what-so-ever, I'll spare no expense to hunt your family down, kill you and your husband, sell your son t... the white sex slave trade, and place your daughter into slavery right here until she turns eighteen. You don't want to know what we do to them when they turn eighteen. It is not a happy birthday when you are the candle and the cake is a huge pile of kindling wood."I couldn't speak, move, run, or throw up. I just stood there with my mouth open.. .. why there?" You'll find out." Mark went into his bedroom and stripped out of his clothes then went into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. Mark was a decent athlete playing second-string linebacker on the football team and third base during spring baseball. He stood 6' 2" and weighed just over 175 pounds and was considered a 'good guy' by most of the high school girls... still, although no one knew it, he was a virgin. Mark had consciously abstained from sex while in high school,. Never has Candy felt so . . . abused after a fuck. Candy grins as she realises how much she loves the feeling; how lucky she is to have found Sir. Candy knows she was lucky to have finally got up the courage to meet him; she knows Sir already has helped her grow as a person and a lover. Still smiling to herself, Candy finally stands upright. Then it happens.Something slams into Candy, and she falls back down onto the bed. Candy cries out as she falls, waving her arms blindly; her eyes still. Mom blamed what had happened between her and Dad on those separations—and on Jack. Jack was a hung hunk. He and my dad roomed together on the road. They were virile guys. They weren’t getting it from others because of the tension of being on the road and playing all of those games. The only down time was at night. Dad needed it; Jack gave it. That’s not the way I had seen it. Dad did what Dad wanted to do because he wanted to do it. And if it hadn’t been with Jack, it would have been with.