Woh hamesa yeh bat tal deti, par mujhe pata tha ki pp ko patana hai to time kaheje. Hum 4 months tak baat karte rahe msg pe fir maine pp ko call karna... tart karna start kiya and baate hoto rahi. Ab pp mujhse thoda khul chuki thi and mujhpe trust karne lagi thi.Ab hum uski personal life ki jab bhi baat karte woh tal deti. Mujhe idea aa gaya ki uski personal life thik nai he. Paisa to bahot hai uske pass par life me koi fun ya enjoyment nai hai.Woh hamesa kaheti k mere husband ko mere liye time. Time to go home and have a hot bath and wash away the smell of three more men in my short life.How did I end up being a victim, well there's must be something about me I suppose, a smell, a look or something that triggers guys to want to take me; the first was my brother Barry. How long ago now, no more than four years I suppose. It was the summer I turned fourteen and I was very happy with all my new curves. My bust was not that big that I had to wear a bra all the time but big enough to get. You seemed to think I wasn’t compassionate. If you had been hurt, Hailey, I would have had her killed. I probably would have been caught but I don’t think that would have stopped me. I had to put her out of commission before things got to a point that I couldn’t do it and let us all emerge unscathed.”“You should have talked to us!” Hailey insisted.“Why?” Phil wondered. “It wasn’t going to change the outcome. I had already drawn a line in the sand. If she kept things to innuendo or harmless. "Mr. Smith?" She held out her hand."Yes ma'am," I said, rising as she approached."I'm Mrs. Cochran, Linda's mother. There's something I need to talk to you about."Something about her tone of voice set off the alarm signals in my head. "Please have a seat." I gestured to the chair pulled up near to my desk, as I resumed my own seat behind the desk.Instead of taking the seat I indicated, she came right up next to me and leaned her thighs against my desk, resting her shapely ass on the desk top..