“Where are my boots and water bottle?” he whines. I think for a moment. Boots? Boots? Where have I seen them? I rush down the stairs, and to my ...cute embarrassment find both Chris and Callum staring up at me as I charge down towards them, my dressing gown undone and my short tee-shirt definitely not hiding my dignity. “Bloody kids,” I fume as I hurry past them, “why does everything have to be a last-minute rush?” “Oh, Callum was ready an hour ago,” comes the curt reply from Chris. I briefly. He wore prison issue jeans but he was also wearing none-issue polished black 'biker boots' and an Hawaiian shirt, open to thethroat where a gold chain and locket was visible."What the fuck......who..........what the fuck are you doing here?" Istammered. I just stared into his face dumbfounded."Eddies dead; long gone, and I took his place," he said"I run Chelmsford now. Every fucking thing that makes a buck in thisshit-hole is run by me; and I'm always looking for a way to make more,"he went. Your Dad is a bit angry at my motives, but he will overcome this anger with time." I'll start with Kate's story that you only heard hints about, and you may reduce the level of hate you feel for my sister at this time. You heard that your Dad and I were a loving couple since high school, and that we actually were each others firsts. You should know that we still love each other the same way, and I can only hope you will be as lucky finding you a spouse and having a relationship as loving as. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled through the dark night. I remember how the wildness of the night excited you. You came to me, eyes wide and excited, hands filled with silken scarves. ‘Tie me to the bed and have your way with me, lover!’ you exclaimed. We practically raced into the bedroom, tearing off each other’s clothes. Stopping just as we entered the room, we kissed in a passionate embrace before I flung you to the bed. In an instant, I was upon you like a rabid beast, pinning you on.