"Rita!" she called."Sweet Susie! Come in, do you know the tune of Aloha Ohee?"Susie hurried in, found her friend wearing a white-on-red sarong, her bo...dy voluptuously swaying through a hip-tossing hula as she strummed a ukulele held at her waist. Her bare breasts rolled and swung, and so did a lei of fresh red and white flowers about her neck.Delighted, Susie clapped her hands, and in that moment knew the key to this house. It was joy, unselfish, undemanding, shared.How unlike the jungle warfare. The more I talked, the more she got excited. I wanted to be sure she was ready for what was going to happen. Then I left her to watch from the other room. Something about a women playing with herself while she waits for the guy that is coming over to fuck her. Her thoughts, and desires and the anticipation as to what is to happen, as she fingers herself thinking about it. Nothing more beautiful than that site. And I’ve been blessed with that image several times in life. Scott arrived on time.. The bad man was the girl's uncle, she was an orphan after her parents died when she were twelve. He took care of her, like the upstandin' member of the community and family-man that he were. Then, after she had a fight with her boyfriend the night before the prom, somethin' snapped in the old guy. He went an' drove her out here, raped 'er, bid she not tell a soul, then went back to normal," the sheriff explains. She wets her lips, "The girl stayed real quiet for a few years, 'fore she gone an'. I have seen more days than you, your father, or your grandfathers grandfather. Im the most powerful so it would be wise of you not to challenge me, Do you know my father? Marissa asked, obviously disrespecting the orders he had just given her. He let it go and smirked, You have spunk, little one. I knew I made a wise choice… Marissa looked on intently as the entrancingly handsome man in front of her explained, I do know your father. I knew your mother as well. Marissa tensed at his reference.