I glance toward the large open window, but see nothing... with no city lights, it's totally black outside at night.I continue to me room, where the wi...dows are also open and prepare for bed. Sitting, naked, at my vanity table, I brush my thigh long hair out. Usually I braid it for sleep, but tonight I leave it loose for some reason. As I'm brushing my hair and thinking of how badly I need to be fucked, the phone rings."Hello?" I answer."Spread Your legs wide and show me that cunt of yours. I watch as he kicks off his sandals before removing his t-shirt from his muscle toned body. He is very good looking and I get this funny tingling sensation every time I look at him. His body is just an incredible chiseled work of art, tanned and solid. I just want to jump on him right there and then, but I somehow find the ability to control myself. We swim for a while under the burning hot sun and I savor the moment of being in Jims arms in the deep-end of the pool. He kisses me so softly and. And if her mother had told her... Stockard was a smalltown. Everyone knew everyone else's business eventually. It was only amatter of time until Hattie Baxter repeated everything she knew about mysituation."Did you hear the question, Mr. Boyd?"Miss Walker's voice cut through my growing concern. "What?"There were a few giggles in the room. Miss Walker silenced them with astony glance. "I asked you if you could explain three ways in which amagical spell can be enhanced." Uh..." I stalled,. He probably thought this would make things right. Yet, Rupert continued to beat me; he beat me so bad one night that I lost my unborn child. Being forced to live with him under one roof made me hate him more than anyone can ever believe. I know how you feel, Moira, and I want to help you. I want to be your friend if you let me.”“Is this true?” the girl asked in a less hostile tone.“I promise,” Harriet replied. “Now, the most important thing you have to understand is that it was not your fault..