I just don’t enjoy the sensation of doing things for myself that should be done by someone else. Del didn’t like to think that way, but yes, she was sure of it, if he wanted the poor girl bad enough and she had relented on whatever agreement they had, yes, she could see him forcing her legs apart and taking what he felt he needed. XXX Of course, he just barged into their master bedroom as Del and her husband David slept deeply at nearly 2am Saturday morning. She combed the fingers of her hand through her auburn hair. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? Was he capable of such violence? What is it, son?”
“I don’t need your help, dad.
