Running a horse-boarding farm with the heat of the days, there were few riders in the afternoon, until school lets out. The morning riders were the ma...ure mothers of the schoolgirls who made up most of the clientele and they arrived very early when it was at least cooler. You would expect a barn full of a****ls would be like an oven, but above the stalls was the loft, where doors at each end opened, allowing a nice breeze.Lunchtime, the morning riders would return from the trails that wove. No one else talked to her the way Karrina did, treated her the way Karrina did, wanted her the way Karrina did... and especially respected her the way Karrina did, even if she was prone to fits of overindulgence. Who could blame anyone else for overindulging? Becca certainly couldn't, that fact ringing in her ears as she unshouldered her bag and went straight for the coffee table in the living room where her oblivion was waiting. She always left a line or two ready when she went to work in the. I rolled her over onto her back, twisting her left arm behind her and pinning my knee into her shoulder blades. I held her there.“Stop your struggling,” growled Justin.“Let me down, you filthy bastard!” his sister howled. “I won’t let you take me to him! I won’t let him ever rape me ever again!”“No one is going to fucking rape you!” Justin snarled. He glanced at me. “You got that one, Sam?”“Indeed,” I answered.“Good,” he spat, carrying his thrashing sister towards the stairs. Her leg still. She only worked part-time.Jake caught a ride with a delivery truck to the store. He went to his dad’s office and was surprised to see that he had a new secretary. He introduced himself to her and asked if his dad could see him. Her name was Gail Martin and she buzzed his dad. Charles told her to show Jake in. Charles was pleased to see Jake at the store. They shook hands and both sat down. After chatting about how well business was doing and Jake told his dad about his conversation with the.