”“And what would he call you?”Rita looked down at the floor and felt the surface of her skin prickle. She’d just been naked in front of her so... a short while ago, yet she felt ashamed to use such words in front of him, especially when she thought of the shame and anger she’d felt the couple of time his father had been drunk and called her those awful things.“He – he – would call me a whore. A slut.”“Is that what you are, Mother?” Brady asked. “A whore? A slut?”“Of course not, baby,” she said,. She was the spitting image of her mother almost twenty years ago.She was everything her mother was almost twenty years ago. She was 5 foot 4 inches tall and 115 pounds. She had long tan legs, a thin waist, and ample tits. Her tan skin stood out against her long blonde hair and deep brown eyes. She had on a pair of tight spandex gym shorts like you would see a volleyball player wear. Her tank top was cut low to allow her cleavage to stand out. She flashed her million-dollar smile with the. While I was looking through the cupboard that Val said had the phone book in it (yeah I know, weird that people still used or even had phone books) someone came up behind me. I had heard it but thought it was Val. So I was surprised to hear yelling."Who are you? Stay away from my daughter, you pervert," yelled Mrs. Kent.I turned around and soon after I ended up in the hospital with a broken nose. She may be short and look fragile, but people shouldn't let that fool them. She was originally from. They also enjoy the same sort of sexual extremes that he does, and where else does one get the chance to indulge in such games? The thing is Tui, this guard, really loved me I guess. That didn't stop him from being a brutal child raping bastard. So I left him in the ditch with his head bashed in and made my escape.??? ? But I couldn't escape from myself. There I was an eighteen year old white kid who had been sexually abused since he was fifteen. I had no passport, no papers, no money. And I.