But that wasn’t going to hinder me. I’d divorce her. Then I asked your mother to divorce Silvio. I should have known better. Her background is rur...l, Catholic, 1960’s Italy. For a girl that’s marriage and duty. Silvio was her husband. She might love me and not him but that didn’t matter, she was married to him. I was angry, angry with both women, but I had a plan. ‘I’d make her pregnant. Birth control was up to me so I didn’t bother and she fell. She was so ashamed but so pleased at the same. "Do you have any relatives that could take you in?" No. My father was not someone people wanted to be around. I never knew of any relatives," she said. Tears started again. "What's going to happen now? I don't have any place to go," she cried.Brad replied, " Let's talk to the police first and then we will make some arrangements for you." Out of nowhere Brad said, "Amy, don't worry. I won't let any harm come to you."Brad was shocked at what he just said. Was this Vera putting words in his mouth?. Even with the perverted demands of her prospective employer, it seemed a much more satisfying work environment than the depressing factory.She walked all the way home because she knew there was no way she could sit down on her battered bum. She hoped that Bobby, the landlady's grandson would not be expecting any anal pleasures from her after his nana went to sleep. If he was really persistent, she would take care of him with her mouth. Mariel felt she had gained sufficient talent with her. "Me?" I asked."Yeah, you, come here," she beckoned at me. Getting a closer looks at her, I admired her body. She was wearing such a cute blue dress that showed off her clearly toned, milk-colored legs. She had a great body, not too thin, but she looked like she really took care of herself. Her breasts though... damn. Perky... b or c-cups, maybe? I realized I was staring and downcast my eyes to the ground, red-faced, as I shuffled awkwardly over to her. I sat next to her, and she leaned close to.