The other thing that singled him out and indirectly the cause of him being sent to us, was the size of his prick. The tiny thing nestled above a small...pair of balls and even erect barely measured five inches. For some genetic reason, at puberty all his growth went into his body and forgot about his penis.We hadn't seen him until he was brought naked and handcuffed into the hall for his 'welcome'. He'd heard they were going to flog him and he wasn't about to let that happen without a struggle. It was focused on the road my families drove to town, so they'd presumably be able to monitor our comings and goings to know when to send a team out to follow us. They were living not far southeast of our home, on the other side of a small hill. The hill meant they couldn't directly observe my home, but it also meant they were hidden from observation from my home back to theirs. I suspected the latter consideration had been uppermost in their minds when they'd chosen this place. If I was a. I already knew the stable owner was the most dangerous man in town. I was waiting for him when he stepped off the ladder, dagger in hand.That settled, I said, “Holly Homemaker, I’m Hero David and I’m here to take you back to Crossroads.”“I hope to the gods that you clean up better than you are ... otherwise ... you can just leave me here. Aren’t you a little young for this?”The ride to the bank ... What? You want me to walk in that shit? Ain’t happening. The ride to the bank was reasonably. ."Helen shrugged. "You're not the only k** who's had the hots for his mother. It happens. Or so I gather." She took a casual drag on her cigarette and leaned over to the coffee table again to flick. "You know, I read all those stories. They're really very..." Helen searched for a moment, "...passionate. Loving." But that's really not what I want to talk to you about, at the moment anyway. We'll get back to your oedipal issues. What we really need to deal with your school work, darling."Mark.