Her father had beaten her mother for years. She had alwaysrefused to press charges. But when her mother had caught him fondlingDenise, something snapp...d. She bashed him on the head with a lamp andcalled the police. He was sentenced to five years in prison since hedidn't have a prior record and got out after three with good behavior.Denise was ten at this point. Her father came home with tearful promisesthat he was a new man.The peace lasted all of six weeks, then the attacks started again.. Vicky was married but as it turned out not very happily and she liked nothing better than to flirt with the males. In summer time she would wear very short tight low cut flimsy dresses with open light footwear, in winter short skirts white blouses, always unbottoned to the bra which gave a glimpse of her small cleavage, black high heels and nylon clad legs. I often wondered if the nylon was that of a pair of tights or that of stockings held up with suspenders. Stockings and suspenders were for. He coughed and she froze, her heart pounding, as she feared he’d take a look at her desk or shift in his seat. After a few seconds she figured she was safe, but then his leg lifted a bit and bumped into her hand. She had to take a chance now, so she pressed her warm, soft, and perfectly manicured hands down onto his cock and began to stroke it. She heard him gasp and drop his news paper onto the desk, even going so far as to lower his hand as if he was going to push her away…but he stopped at. “Claire, I’m going to go to him alone. Honey, I know you aren’t going to like it, but this one is on me. You gotta stay here till I call you. Okay?” he said. His tone brooked no challenge. She nodded.“But call soon,” she said. “And make sure he’s tied down. The little shit is not going to escape this time!” he nodded and didn’t laugh.“I will,” he said.****He gazed at the ruins of his best friend through the opaque window of the sequestered room. The psyche ward had a different persona than did.