And I can’t think of a better avenger.Looking for Mindy Montgomery is my main job these days. The longer she’s missing, the dimmer the prospects f...r a happy ending.The first Sunday of every month means lunch at my parents’ house. A somewhat mixed occasion for me. Walker loves it. My mother, Flora, adores him, spoils him. Her only grandchild. Walker laps it up, so different from the sass I give him at home.And he worships my father, has physical and digital scrapbooks on The Captain. The awards,. “Ready?” he said, I looked at him puzzled.I nervously nodded, and he grabbed my hand roughly and led me to another door.I scurried on my high heels, the guys at the bar, just turned and looked.One in particular, stared at me and at the small bulge appearing in the front of my skirt.I was red with embarrassment, as my hard on was growing.We went there that room and into the beer garden outside.It had some bikie gang graffiti on the walls.I attempted to say something but was slapped across the. Eve breathed deeply of the heavy, stinking vapours in the toilet bowl. The vile stench assailed her nostrils and was drawn deeply into her lungs as she knelt there with her head in the position where many filthy asses had sat during the day and oozed their shit from their bowels. Her eyes looked at the disgustingly stained walls of the bowl, and at the slimy muck of water just inches below her face. She could hear the voices of the men standing above her, jeering and mocking her, telling her. He told her he slept better than he had in weeks. “That’s wonderful,” she said softly, stroking his cheek. “Do you want me to rub your back before you get up?” B said that would be nice and rolled over onto his stomach as Evelyn pulled down the warm blankets and clean white sheets. He slept only in a pair of boxers, but something about Evelyn’s warmth made him not worry about it.She rubbed his back and talked to him about school. Evelyn had studied massage way back when, and her confident hands.