"No, Holly. No. The only thing on my mind right now is my family. Promise me you'll help me keep them safe. Promise me." I'll do what I can, Gene. I p...omise you that. Now," her hand slid under the edge of her jeans, down deep between her legs, "if you don't want to watch, you might as well go back and get some sleep. Long days still to go. Mmmm..."Holly started slowly masturbating, her head back, eyes shut, Gene and Harvey forgotten. The pilot never turned, never seemed to care that Holly was. Finally, my dad met a woman named Angie and eventually married her when I was ten years old. Angie and I got along pretty well the first two years or so but then she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister Patsy. From that time forward, Angie treated me like the proverbial stepchild. Patsy always came first, getting whatever she wanted, while I got nothing. As the years went by, my resentment of Angie slowly turned to pure hatred. I could tell by her actions toward me that she hated me. "I have to wake our men. Can you stay here? If I am not back in the next hour, go home. Thank you, Birte."He kissed her fresh lips and slipped out of the storehouse. He had not come far when he suddenly heard the telltale twangs of crossbows. Under the cover of the houses, he made his way to the market square, but he was too late. The City Guard had surprised the drunk mercenaries, and a hail of bolts had killed nigh on half of the sleeping men already. Now the guards moved in with their. After the last car had driven off, I found my shoes and put them on and picked up my clothes and tried to think what I might do, but knew I had to walk back toward the road or be left here all night to fend off wild animals or who knows what. What a pretty sight I must have been, nude, with my body covered in nasty writing, my hair covered in piss, my ass and legs in shit and carrying my nasty clothes. I knew I would have to put them on eventually, but hoped for some miracle.After I had been.