”“Lying to yourself and wasting my time, girl. Try embracing who you are. You’ll find it empowering, I’m sure. And you’ll probably even enjo... what I’m about to do to you.”He watched her with an uncertain gaze, his eyes trailing down to her waist, where the hem of her dress was lowered, exposing her toned firm abdomen. He stared, his mind turning over and over as he thought about himself. About Scar. About Scarlett. She had so much more fun than he ever had. What was holding him back? Fear. It. Carnegie looked down at the petrified teen and snickered."Were you planning on fucking my son tonight Brianna?" Mr. Carnegie asked with a devious smile plastered across his face.She couldn't speak; she only shook her head to deny it."Really?" he said playfully. Then suddenly he reached under Brianna's dress and grabbed hold of her bare womanhood. "Then this must be for me," he concluded.He pulled her in and began to massage her lips with his fingers while his other hand made its way to her. “That is the picture you may have in your head as you consider reducing or pardoning those who attacked me, including Robert McDale. She doesn’t exist anymore. This is Beth Shannon today,” the camera widened to show a lovely young woman, paused a moment and zoomed back in, “I went through and dragged others through an excruciating, painful journey that led me here. I am not whole. I will never be whole. I cannot create a child. But I’ve come through my private hell. I am happy. Happier. I can see the lines in her stomach, not a six pack but those sexy curves women get sometimes. She was sizing me up to. I am 6'2''. Mixed white and Mediterranean. Green eyes. Thin but athletic build. Not much to look at but I suppose I cold be worse off. She is a sprinter, I am a distance runner. We sit in silence a few more minutes.She finally breaks. "I can't wait anymore, fuck it." She says. She undoes her seat belt and dives over the center console, getting on top of me. She kisses me. I.