Strange location for a residence, but then again, the man was not exactly someone who would be comfortable with what people considered 'normal.' The b...arren surroundings lent a bit of flavor to the evening, as a desert does to an oasis. She found the address that was dictated to her over the phone. On the outside, it looked like an old abandoned warehouse unit. The length of the building took up an entire block. "Ideal for a photo-studio," Rhea thought and slid her vehicle into the spacious. But in the morning, the door to the bathroom was locked.I knocked and asked, "Who's in there?" B.A." came the snotty sounding voice."B.A., I need to piss." Fuck off, asshole," was her reply.Fortunately, the big oak tree in the back yard needed watering, but I clocked the bathroom usage. Forty minutes later, B.A. came prancing out of the bathroom with more war paint than Sitting Bull and enough perfume to gag a pig.I knew then B.A. was going to be a problem.Cindy Lou had named her daughters. It wasn’t just sexual intercourse either, it was all kinds of sex that he demanded of her. He raped her from every different angle and position he could think of. He told her that she shouldn’t complain and that she ought to look at his sexual advances towards her as butterfly kisses. He also told her that if she ever said anything to anyone, he would kill both her and her mother. She took it for two years then she ran away after he tied her up one night and beat her before raping her. She. "Just sit still," Thomas said.Suddenly Grace heard Walter climbing up the ladder. In her lust for her son she had not heard or seen him coming. She started to panic. It was too late to pull off of Thomas so she simply turned sideways making it look like she was only sitting on her son's lap.When Walter reached the top of the steps he paused. He hadn't noticed the two of them on the porch. When he did he could easily tell that they had been at it all day. Grace's face was still flushed and her.