Others might own her, might have a claim on her body. Other things might have a claim on her heart. But at that time and that place no one owned her l...ke I did. I was her entire world.Things are hidden. There are secrets in the earth and in the lights of heaven. I flexed my cock within her and she squeezed me back so hard she made me gasp. I saw her smile a wicked smile. She was showing me she wasn’t helpless. She could bite me back. If it was war she wanted, she had no chance. I grabbed her. I just didn't care anymore. Soon I began drinking and smoking (what used to be just for kicks in school), and the days eventually began to haze together in a misty state of existence. None of my resumes seemed to attract any employers, so that fact only fueled my barren state of mind even more. Even looking into the mirror depressed me to no end. My once curvy figure was now weighed down with a portly stomach and cottage cheese hips. Remembering back to the days of cheer leading and college. I spoke to the contractor about building houses in the subdivision and had Angel make selections of drawings from the books he had given me. He said he could let his construction crews continue working on the store while his heavy equipment operators began cutting roads into the subdivision.I told Angel to select a special drawing for the first home as it would be the first one seen into the subdivision. I wanted it to have an attractive appeal to draw attention to the neighborhood. That. But that amounted to human sacrifice. She had once loved Langdon.When his father was still alive, the boy had brought home glowingteachers' reports. He seemed to enjoy the interest that his stepmothershowed in him. That had changed suddenly when his father died. He'dgotten touchy and seemed to hate almost everybody. Since the age ofthirteen he had learned little at school, except about misbehavior.The businesswoman had long wanted to put her stepson on a bettercourse, but she could hardly.