’ The entire time Debbie had been talking it was all I could do not to turn around and take her in my arms. I think the only reason I didn’t was s...he was talking in such a flat monotone, it was more like reciting a book report than reliving something horrible that happened. But Debbie was not finished. ‘They hurt me Sam! They hurt me so much.’ At that point Debbie began sobbing, and despite her protests I turned around and held her in my lap with my arms locked around her. Debbie’s head was. Even though I knew nothing would happen, I could still flirt with her and stare at her tits some more. It would give me something to think about later.I made my way into the kitchen. "Can I help with anything?" Ms. Christina turned around. "No, I got it. Did your mom go to the store?" I nodded and leaned against the counter."So, how old are you now?" she asked."Twenty. I'll be twenty-one next month though," I replied."Oh boy, you'll be drinking," she said. She then grabbed two glasses and. Senthil ignored them at first, but eventually his curiosity was aroused.“What are they talking about?” he asked.“Didn’t you see the photo of me?” she queried.“What picture?”“This picture.” She glanced around to make sure no adult was nearby, then whipped out her phone, tapped on the screen a bit and passed it over. There, in all its glory, was the selfie she’d sent to Jack, as naked as the day she was born.“Th ... that’s you.”“Of course it’s me. Who else would it be?”“I ... I haven’t seen it. He doesn't feel safe moving while the garage door's still open though, and decides that it's probably better to wait until they're all inside.Elena's stepdad returns, checks inside the SUV one last time, and slams the back doors shut. Gavin gets on his bike, waits until the SUV's in the garage and the door's headed down, and then pedals for the street.Shit, I'm pretty good at this.Of course, there's no denying that he'd be better with practice. He grins down at Mac, trotting alongside him.Yes.