." Marsha's mind was afog. She had just learned her husband was a pervert. The wonderful, handsome man she had fallen in love with lusted after childr...n. She suddenly felt lightheaded as if she might faint. Her world was crashing down around her and she had no idea what to do next. She hardly felt the hand of the boy take hers and guide her to the other bedroom. It was almost as if she were drugged. her mind could not, would not process what she had just experienced. Everything, every concept. "Olive looked up in hope at hearing the name Oliver again---Oliver Brandon was in his mid-thirties and was of heavy build, if notverging on being overweight. He loved to dress in the style of a 1930sgangster, wearing a smart suit with a long overcoat hanging across hisshoulders like a cape with the out of fashion trilby style hat coveringhis short greasy hair.At school, he had been a bully; most other pupils tried to avoid him asmuch as possible; he never grew out it this and upon leaving. Now, let’s see how quick I can beat that 7.” I reached for the top card on my tidy little pile. As I did so, I reflected on why we were sitting here. A few months ago, on Patrick’s birthday in February, I had lured him into a cribbage match, offering him my ass to fuck all night if he won, but a night of his subservience to me if he lost. Let’s just say I discovered a few things about myself that night as I gave orders and Patrick obeyed. What I discovered I liked very much. Years ago, as a. The speedometer on his dashboard read ’98.’ ‘We’re coming up on Macon Pass,’ Mavis thought as she followed the stolen car down the freeway. ‘If that guy up there isn’t careful, he’s going to dump that boat.’ Macon Pass was a fairly winding stretch of the freeway that led throughthe small mountain range just south of Jamestown. The freeway had a fairly steep incline and some tighter than normal curves through that stretch. Mavis had investigated far too many crashes involving trucks that had.