Goldberg. But I don’t think my Dad is going to see anything but Mr. Bill.’ He took some time to think over what I had told him. ‘What about your...mother? Does she have any influence over him insomething like this?’ I shook my head and let it drift downward. ‘She’s that pathetic woman who has to pretend it’s not happening,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Me too. She doesn’t have the spine to stand up for herself, let alone me.’ I was surprised to hear the venom in my voice. I hadn’t realized how much it. Hoping she would say no but I would if I had you. “Nahhh. It was fake. Haven’t you ever faked one before?” She smiled acting as if he was nothing. She teased me with her beautiful smile. I wondered if I would ever get to taste those lovely lips. “Yea sure. So what are you up to now?” I was in the bedroom now letting my towel fall putting my pink rubber dick back under my pillow. Out of nowhere I heard her. “Oooo why is that out tonight?” she said leaning in the doorway smiling at me. That done, she was fed."Leftovers, I'm afraid," Carissa told her. "But plenty of them."They weren't just leftovers. They were table scraps. Yes, pastries, but eggs, cereal and toast too. Some were half-eaten, and all were served up in a plastic tub, as would be used to clear plates in a kitchen before washing up.They were carrying the humiliation even this far, to have her gingerly lowering her face into a slop bucket to pick out the least touched portions of food.Then, back to being hogtied. She left simply because she didn't want to be here anymore." His voice was too calm, like it was taking all his strength to keep it that way.He stood up then and walked out of the room, not looking back at his brother. Why had he taken it for granted that she was there to stay? It was so obvious now why she had refused to marry him, she knew that she was going to leave. But why? Why had she come? It didn't make any sense. Then again, nothing about her had made any sense.She could have at least.