:-p *sings Die by my Hand from Coroner* >,:-)’ ‘Now how am I suppose to reply to that? :),)’ I laughed and was tempted to suggest something ve...y naughty. ‘Grateful? How much more horror can it be? I could also sing Die, die, my darling by Metallica, or.. *tries to remember other songs*’ ”Killing me softly with his song, Telling my whole life with his words, killing me softly….’ -Roberta Flack ‘Are you sure you’re not a killer out to find it’s prey?:)’ Oh shit. She was onto me. Although. “What did you find?”Had she gone too far? Vardhi was worried and was stammering again. “On your laptop, just some movies,” she said meekly.She thought she caught a brief look of relief on his face before he narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips.“So, you snooped, found some porn, got so horny you couldn’t even make it back to your room and so I found you here? Is that about right?”Vardhi nodded and bowed her head, she was near tears and was already imagining the humiliation of facing her father. Molly came along to complete their happy family about five years later. Lizzy had always assumed that her own mother was ‘Daddy’s’ first wife, whose marriage broke up in an unceremonious manner, shortly after Lizzy was born. The divorce was acrimonious apparently, and ‘Daddy’ lost the London house and there was no longer enough control or capital left in the family to keep the cement works open. As a consequence, Lady Lesley was never to be mentioned in the house. Lizzy gained what little she. I threw myself into the gym, worked out constantly, ate only vegetables and protein shakes until my hard work began to show, losing my precious thigh dimples and muffin top. I was strong, finally. I was broken, but beat the shit out of him mentally instead of destroying myself. I wanted something physical tonight, and so I began my search. In these heels I was almost taller than the boys that awkwardly mingled in the rooms that were full of other drunken girls. They didn't look like me, though,.