If he was working late, he might arrange to meet Gabby in a city centre pub and then go out for a meal afterwards. This was a relatively rare treat fo...r her and one she probably enjoyed at least as much as the sex they'd soon be having on Alex's couch or on his well broken-in double bed.Despite his nocturnal fantasies or the more graphic ones he watched on the porn channels, Alex's taste in sex wasn't remotely adventurous. Sex involving animals, urination, fisting and transsexuals were strictly. Peter Sr. kept contact information from all his Wal-Mart photography clients and finally set up a room in his house as a studio. After that move, his photo business expanded into boudoir photography. New clients were surprised that their photographer was autistic and his father was his business manager. But surprised changed to pleased when they saw his final product.Even when they got requests for full R-rated photos Junior clicked away with client pleasing pictures.Peter Sr’s road to Hell. Good singer.And now they were real.Or she was dreaming. That was it. It would explain the four eyed monkeys and bear kids. Wonderland was always a dream, wasn't it? Alice always woke up. She'd wake up, and be with Dad again...Mary's eyes went to her mother, sitting next to her on the bench. The woman she had dreamed of every night for as long as she had lived gave her a smile of such sadness, such loss...Mary didn't want to wake up. Not yet."Twelve years..."Mary turned to look at Chuck. The. The pirates came closer.Sofia found herself bound somehow, unable to move her arms, her face in the mud. Desperately, she struggled to locate her daughter; the baby's cries continued. She saw one of the houses nearby open, and a pair of feet come running out. With a twist of her neck, she saw it was her friend Rose Evan, coming in response to her scream. Rose had not yet seen the pirates; Sofia tried to speak, tried to warn her, but her breath was still caught in her chest. She heard the.