“He ends up holding you too delicately.” Caleigh nodded as she sipped some water from a bottle. “Caleigh,” Thalia said, “You still don’t k...now why I switched you away from Tristan, do you?” The young dancer didn’t reply, just continued to gaze ahead. “Tristan was like a gazelle, just like you,” Thalia said, “You danced alike, side-by-side, so graceful.” Caleigh frowned. “I don’t need two gazelles.” Thalia continued, “I don’t want two gazelles. Not for the dances I want you to do. I need fierce.. I felt so sorry for him, being trapped in this hell of a life. But he’s so strong now; he could probably throw our fake father to his death. He must have amazing self control to stop himself.It wasn’t long after that talk that I lashed out at our fake parents. I’d got so angry about how disgusting they were to each other; you know domestic violence to an extreme sort of thing. I was only 13 and very nearly got a frying pan smashed against my brain. But Scott came to the rescue and managed to. In fact I was balls deep in her ass within the first week we met. She would always ask me to fuck her mercilessly and beg to cum inside her later. She had told me she had numerous boyfriends before me but wouldn’t give me the full details. She would only open to me about these experiences when she was full of booze and horny for a fuck. It wasn’t easy to make her tell me about this threesome as she would never admit to it once sober, I had to get her quite drunk to make her confess everything. I looked up and down the street. I got out and looked through my phone for the taxi company I usually use. The number rang but it gave a busy tone. I rang off and started to walk towards home. Two minutes later I tried to call again, I got a ringing tone. And just then a car pulled up on the street. It stopped and the window went down, a voice, a woman’s voice, said, “Hi Jack.” She sounded familiar, I bent down and peered through, it was Bap, she said, “Want a lift?” The phone still rang in.