Whilst mum had fully retired, dad was still working 3-4 days a week in town and left mum at home tinkering away at odd jobs. One afternoon i popped in...to see the progress of the renovations and noticed mum was scrunched up under the table trying to stain the table legs. When she saw me enter the door she slowly rolled out from under the table and gradually stretch up, clearly in some pain. I rushed over, gave her a hug and ask "What are you doing to yourself?"After she explained her task, and. “She’s not dead?”“I would know if my daughter was dead, and I know that she is not.”“She was stabbed! She got hit by a car!”“ ... injured then, but not dead.”Fuck. Shitting fucking shit!“She ... she hated me, Athalia, hated me like ... like you hates vamps but a thousand times worse.” He lowered his gaze to the bloody street, and tried his best to keep calm. Again, no such luck, and his arms started to tremble slightly as the memories of being captured, tied up, stabbed, punched, shot, burned,. I was horny because of the previous act at the queue, so I started to touch her body parts and talked about her life, she was ok with my touch so I got bolder and I planted a kiss on her chick, she became a bit angry but did not say anything so I tried to plant my lips on hers but she was making it difficult, we finished our lunch there and at the end I kissed her on her lips but it was just a touch on her lips, we left the place and headed to her place,When we got near to her place she asked. Bang! Robynn’s car gurgled and grumbled, slowly crawling along until finally coming to a complete halt. ‘Uggg . . . Not again!!’ Robynn teared up in frustration. ‘Not now!’ With all of the burdens she was currently carrying this was like the straw that broke the camel’s back. As would be expected with most Sissies, Robynn wasn’t mechanically inclined and had no idea what was wrong with her car. All she knew was that she was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Honk! Honk! Honk! vehicles were.