Let’s not count our chickens yet.’ As Morris drifted off to sleep he thought about his friends. He had a strong sense that three of them were read... to take the leap should the opportunity present itself. Brett, the landscape architect—also the band’s rhythm guitarist—was probably not a go. He was spending more and more of his spare time managing the boys’ development project and loved what he was doing. He was almost certainly the only one of the five who really enjoyed his day job. He had. Nash easily catches Bezaleel with both hands and tosses the creature off like it was a ragdoll. The beast slams into a nearby pillar and drops hard to the floor. Nash slowly wriggles his fingers then closes his hand into a fist. The gauntlets amplify his strength and with just a thought he can bring them out or back into the small armband-like device. He looks down at Bezaleel as the creature begins to stir and makes a mental note to thank whoever made the gauntlets.Spencer runs at full speed. I moved my hand away and started to clean myself, frothing up the soap. Then a moment of panic as another hand lightly brushed over my shoulder, gently massaging it. Too soft and smooth to be a man’s hand. I jumped a little and turned round, my face stunned, but then I felt it change to shock as a pair of lips met mine and a hand stroked my face, pulling me closer. A second hand at the small of my back pulled me in and then moved down a little and squeezed gently. I accepted their kiss. "It's okay. Stay with me and I'll keep you safe."I wanted to believe I was out of harm's way but my tummy was nervous. I couldn't relax. My mind wouldn't let me and I struggled to think of something else. Anything but my stepfather stealing my virginity in the pitch blackness of night, pulling away my covers and touching me everywhere his greedy hands wished to. I woke up again an hour later screaming. Bryan sat up in bed and kissed me softly near the nape of my neck, under my left ear. I.