The hopeful, horny smile disappeared from my lips as I stepped into the room. “Hi Uncle Kev!” came Mia’s chirpy voice from the end of the table...that had been hidden by the kitchen door. I almost jumped but regained my composure, “Hi, Mia, studying hard?” “So-so” she replied tilting her small hand back and forth in front of her. I caught my wife’s eyes over the rim of her glasses and noted a twinkle in them at my discomfort. I also noted that my eldest had dropped his head to study the book. ”“I understand Paul, it isn’t your fault, and I know you tried. Can I see Suzy before I leave?”Paul looked over at the troopers, the one with corporal stripes nodded. “10 minutes, then we have to go,” he said.Paul opened the cellblock door and called, “Suzy?”As soon as she stepped into the corridor, I could tell that she had been having a rough time of it. Her eyes were red, and she had that look all women can get. That one where they, just by body language alone, seem smaller, weaker,. A car stopped in front of me and someone got out. At this pointI was scared, as the guy was leering at me. He told me to get in his car, and Irefused. He pulled a knife out of his jacket so I got into the backseat. Twofriends were sitting there grinning at me and I sat down fearfully...The ringleader (lets call him Ali)of the lot? the one who had pulled me into the car, wasstarting questioning me.'Do you masturbate?' he asked me'NO' I lied(ets call him Ali)'Have you ever given a blow. Her father often was left alone, and neither one had any idea when her mother would get back to the house, though she was always there to sleep through breakfast while her husband and daughter shifted for themselves.The Andersons had a full staff of household workers, so Joline never had to do any cooking or housework, but she still was very unhappy with her home life. For one thing, she worried about her father. He seemed to get more and more depressed every day. Joline dearly loved her father.