At 1:00 am in NYC, the only stores/places open are drug stores, pizzerias and sex novelty shops. Guess what place she choose! Well now I am like a kid...in an candy store. She acts like she is taking her usual walk through the park, sashaying her way down the aisles, asking about this or that item. Totally second nature to her. Myself, I am excited, and yet somewhat meekish here. She has this lovely grin. Her big brown eyes staring at me "this is what you want , isn't it." Teasingly, she points. The man who stood at the centre of the room just flashed an amused smile at me, probably having gauged some of my thoughts. Judging by the confidence he displayed and the fact that most occupants were now looking at him after the brief gawking in my direction, I presumed that he was the host of this evening.A girl entered the room shortly afterwards, prompting the host to close the door and bolting it shut. Making his way over to the centre of the room, he loudly exclaimed, enthusiasm lacing. "Daddy will never let you be hurt by anyone honey," he promised, even as his rock hard penis tried to burrow into my stomach. "What about next year Daddy? When I'm away at school... all alone... there are so many foreigners in Boston Daddy. They hate us Daddy. They hate us because we're blond and good looking and healthy and smart and happy and Americans and Christians..." "I'll always protect you sweetie," Daddy promised again as he kissed the tears from my cheeks. "You promise Daddy?" I. The grandparents of the twins were drunkards, just like their daughter they were only bothered about their own enjoyment, their own pleasure and didn't give a shit for anyone else!The girls had been given up for adoption at just two days of age and because there were two of them in a time when the well heeled prospective parents were planning on adopting a single child, they were shuffled sideways into a children's home.Before we sat down and talked it out, I'd traced the number through British.