“Excuse me Officer, but are you Joe Carter?” he asked. “That,s me. What can I do for you?” “ Mrs Taylor, Clarice wants you to ring her on th...s number between 10 am and 7pm any week day, Sir. “ he handed me a note written in a neat hand that included a telephone number. “Thank You Er....” John, Sir. I,m John. Take Care, Sir.” He turned and walked quickly away. The number was obviously a London one by the code. A few days later I worked up the courage to ring her and she answered on the third. ‘What the fuck is this!’ He shouted. I was nearly in a panic! I tried to get up from under Gitana, but she held me down. ‘Just what the fuck am I coming home to? Can you fucking tell me that? God damn, I leave for work and this is the kind of shit I come home to? My God damn girlfriend having a god damn lesbian love affair with a God damn little girl!’ I was afraid. His voice was think with a southern accent, smokey and raw. Muscles rippled under his shirt and both arms were inked down to. I was about 15 then and sister was about 11. I talked with mom if I could go to where my cousin live. He might get me job where he works.I am not good at school. Mom said no you should go to school and study so you can get better job.I told mom that I am not good at study it be waist of time going to school. I kept on saying to mom every day. She talked with dad they both agree to let me go.So I moved to my cousin,s place. He got me job in his work place. He was about year older then me.He had. - U can, can u? Well, do you think I’m an idiot? I know the stories going around about u fucking around with any guy u can find. How can u do that? Why can’t u be like ur sister?- Fuck dad, it is not my fault if I’m not a prude like her. I need sex, I’m horny all the time and I want a fucking cock in my mouth, and come on, ur not well placed to give sermons, u fucked and got mum pregant when u were just 15 years old, so u see, I’m just following on mum’s and ur footsteps.- Shut it Cassie, I.