My hair was hurting, being pulled hard, I struck out with my hand, and connected with something, “Shit, that hurt!” A hand came beneath my arm, an... I could feel someone was pulling me up.I gasped for air, at the same time, choking on the water I had swallowed. Two hands now gripped me, pulling me. I tried to help, with my feet pushing at the shifting sand below.Then, I was lying, face down on the sand, a weight on my back, as hands pressed down hard. I choked, a gush of water flowing from my. As the time passed, the familiar hypertenseness sensation settled in. I kept biting my gag, and flexing my fingers. I tried to move my feet, but of course that was impossible. My nipples were hot and needed to be rubbed, but they might have well have been in the next county, for all the good that desire was to me. The butterfly came on again, which only added to my irritability. Time passed. Shit, you damned bitch! Let me get this caffeine out of my asshole! By now I was trying to dance. I don't know how he does it — let's face it, he's a long, long way from what most people would consider normal — but he manages to make the differences seem irrelevant." Oh, hell..." What?" Marcus... he said he'd help me tomorrow, with some physiotherapy." So?" So! I need to shave my legs. Can you help me, I need to get to the bathroom." You're going to shave?" Hell yeah... even if... oh hell, alright, I'm gay, and Marcus wouldn't work. I still don't want him to see me with hairy legs, OK.". It was obviously mummy Sarah and mummy Gemma who dressed her up like that and sent her in. Don't you think they had an idea how father would react?" chipped in Angus.Eoric could hear both boys giggling happily inside his head and he realised that Angus had made a good point. He decided that he would try and play the innocent with the girls and see how far they were willing to let this little game of theirs go.As Gemma and Sarah came out of the kitchen to join the family for the meal, he.