She was a knockout. Tall, about 5'9'' with brown hair that fell down past her shoulders and a body to kill for. Her skirt was about six inches above h...r knees and as she walked toward me on four inch heels I had a hard time tearing my eyes away from those legs to look at a chest that had to be at least a 36C. I made up my mind to stall because I didn't get to see anything this nice very often. I took out my wallet and dug out my driver's license and insurance card, but she showed no sign of. But now it was time for her other relative, Uncle Lance, to take custody of her, once again. He wasn’t just selfish and mean. He was selfish and mean, true, but that wasn’t just it. He was outright abusive, sexually so. She had been just 10 when she stayed with him last, and he had abused the hell out of her until age 12, when Krista insisted that she move in with them.It was not a selfless act; she got custodial money from the estate for taking care of her. Krista wanted all of that lucre. Full figured..Travelled here from Lexington where my Family was,Lousiville was kinda spooky this late..1230am if i figured right..I rounded a Split in the Sidewalk by a Statue when i saw abunch of People Standing around a trashCan..fire was blazing up and keeping them warm i suppose..picking p my pace i grew abit nervious as i saw them Looking at me..it was mid Decemeber and the Skirt i had on didnt do much for the breeze blowing it up high enuff for them to see my pink panties.i had been in a. Then she would end up spending the rest of the night feeling like hell and throwing up all she ate. Salad and the soda was all her mind would let her keep down no matter how she tried. Forcing herself to study, she didn’t hear when Fleur left and finally near one in the morning, she gave up to sleep not coming as close to what she had planned to get done at all. As usual her dreams were of what she couldn’t have. Men who wanted her not her sisters, over and over they danced through her dreams,.