"It symbolises your bond to that useless fuck-wit you married. That bond no longer exists. I have a new ring for you." You do?" she said, her eyes bri...ght. Catherine had always loved jewellery, and the thought of a gift was enough to make her pull off the cheap gold band her husband had slipped on her finger the year before. "Are you happy now?" she replied impudently, then stepped backward as I snarled at her."You'll know when I'm happy, slut. Close your eyes," I said, pulling a slender. Picking itup, she held it in her hands and read off the address."Hmph. It's to me addressed by my father." She looked up at my eyes andback down at the small box. Carefully tearing off the brown paper, sheheld up a small note and a white jewelry box. Opening the note, sheheld it out and read it aloud. Dearest Barbara, If you've received this, then I must be walking in the clouds by now. This is a gift for you. If you ever are in a tough situation, just hold it tight. Think good thoughts and. I've got all these fantasies running in my head." Hmm?"Caitlyn nods. "We haven't fucked yet, but we're close. We're both naked and aroused and on my bed, and before you mount me, I'm holding you down on your shoulders with your head on my pillow, and I lean over and my breasts are just above and you lean up a bit and start suckling me. That's what I'm dreaming. It'll feel so good for me and I hope it'll feel good for you too. That's what I'm dreaming anyway. The sex will be great for both of us. Yet again, Cleo was suddenly aware of with the way he'd been treated;the concept of a friend, except in the nebulous ones of his grandmother,was unknown to him. If it wasn't that the boy would suffer himself, sheagain thought that perhaps she should have gone to the authorities. Thetrouble was that the only person really to blame was his grandmother, sono good could come of it. This whole situation was going round andround in her mind, making her feel impotent and therefore.