”“You mean your engineering, because...”“Painting too. Sometimes I’ll just work on backgrounds. Or I’ll have some sketches or photographs....I do like to have a model, but they’re few and far between.”“So you don’t use it to pick up girls?”He laughed. “They’d have to be very trusting to come out to the middle of nowhere.”“Or desperate.”“Karissa.”“I approached you, Joe, and wasn’t all that subtle about it. So have there been girls? Or women I guess.”“Yes. I have a couple friends who join me here. I started to plan to bed her.The 1 day, when I came back from my work late at around 11.20pm., my mom came and hug me straight after she open the door for me. I asked her why….Mom : Your father nearly beat me today……he was drunk and was treating me and asking money from me. I became really afraid…..She was crying…….I : How dare he do that to you !! I will teach him a lesson…..Mom : No son…… I just want you to be near me, pleaseShe hug me crying and I really had pity on her. I sit her on the. ”I was trying to think of what Mom gave Dad when she snapped me back to reality. She said, “Honey that means that you are the man of the house and that I am your wife. You get to feel me up, kiss me, and sleep with me. Whenever you are hard you can slip it into me, after all I have three holes and there is no waiting.”I was holding her bare breasts in my hands, she had never bothered to put her T-shirt back on. I looked down and asked, “Can you take your pants off?”Mom asked, “Would you rather. Once again Victoria watched the short obese man loose his ungainly aspect to become an artist at his work. As his cane wielding arm went back, his knees bent slightly, his feet turning to give him better balance. Then, with his eyes never leaving the cute little bottom before him, the slowness of his limbs changed and the arm sped down, delivering a ceasing crack to the girl's offered-up bottom.For a moment just the sound of the cane's landing was heard, then Deborah's scream reverberated off.