? Before I could dissent my mother grabbed me by the hand andpulled me onto a seat at the kitchen table.?Put them on, honey. Let me see them.?My face ...tarted to glow as red as a summer sunset and, unable to quicklyconstruct a rational, believable reason for not trying on the shoes, Imeekly removed the shoebox from the plastic carrier bag. When I removedthe lid from the box and pushed back the brown crepe paper to reveal thecream wedges that the brown brogues sat on top of I felt a gust of. “Now look—I told you you could have that milk shake if you didn't act like a lil punk—now com'on” I grab him by the arm and start pulling him up the stairs. I decided to head for the kitchen, and fished out a piece of chocolate cake we brought from the diner. Pouring him up a glass of milk to go with it; “Now, sit there and eat that, then take ur little ass to bed---no more whining” Dustin seemed content with the cake, and did as I told him. Now, back downstairs.“Soooo Dillon, what was that. She ran her fingers underneath the dress and through my pubic hair, making me shiver in anticipation. Instead of pausing at my clit, her hands roamed higher, pulling my dress down and off. “Well aren’t you a naughty girl, Em? Where’d you put my thong, eh?” “I took it off in the toilets, it was irritating me. I threw it on the floor.” “You dared to throw away my underwear?! I think for that, you could do with a spanking. Get on all fours, now!” Eager to please her, I knelt in a doggy position.. ‘The only reason you’re still alive is because that’s how Oleander wants it. After what you did to Marissa, I wanted to tear you apart with my own hands.’ That was the second time she’d been accused of killing the woman. It bothered her that she couldn’t remember the incident. Her only memories were of Marissa beating on her and having to defend herself. Why could she not remember taking the woman’s life? ‘I don’t believe you,’ she murmured once he’d released her face. ‘I didn’t do it.’ ‘Well.