"Now George, there is no need for that language," Gretel told him."Bah," replied George."Mr. Bostwick," John started, "We are fully aware of what you ...ave been doing with your niece. Brenda here has also agreed to testify that you are an abusive person, and is prepared to show the numerous scars that you left on her body." She liked it," Barry drawled, "And that slut niece of mine is lying." Immaterial," John told him, "Brenda is willing to testify that it was rape. Furthermore, your niece. My gosh! Kaitlyn, why didn’t you ever tell me this?’ ‘I guess I wasn’t thinking. I’m sorry.’ ‘Kaitlyn, you need to cut it off with Johnny! You need to find a guy who will respect you and care for you. That’s not Johnny. You deserve a boyfriend, not just a ‘good lay’. To be blunt, Kaitlyn with Johnny it’s not even a ‘lay’. It’s a ‘fuck’ or a ‘screw’ with all the negative connotations of those words.’ ‘Susie!’ ‘Kaitlyn, I’m not condemning you. Just please think about it. You know Corey has some. It had been two weeks of non-stop mind-blowing sex, we were insatiable, I even dreamed about her while she was in my arms. As soon as we woke up, we reached for each other, eager once more to explore, to discover and to delve into the sapphic delights we held for each other.One of the sexiest days we spent was when we went shopping in the local supermarket, daddy had upgraded my card to platinum and we spent an absolute fortune, not just on food, but on clothes too. We delighted in dressing up. Another punch was immediately delivered to my stomach, doubling me over. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t utter a sound. “Get her arms, get her legs, drag her this way” Hands grabbed my arms and legs. A hand went over my mouth. Violently I was being dragged into one of the abandoned apartments. I was literally pulled out of my sandals. I was moved through the living room and into a back bedroom. The stench was over powering. Night lighting from the parking lot sent scant rays of light.