It was as if we were not there, and in a way, in their eyes, we were not. We were to be exiled from the family, from the country, cut off from any inh...eritance, and sent to live with my other aunt, my mother's older sister. Jacqueline. Jacqueline was a religious puritanical zealot, who owned and ran a school for wayward children. She taught them the true way of the Lord and turned rebellious children into well-behaved automatons. The school was in the American colonies! And we would not be. Over the first few weeks, they made friends with a number of fellow female students.During an evening get together in the common room in the dorm, the others were discussing the various guys on their courses and around the campus. One of the other students asked Kelli, which ones she thought were the best looking, and would she go out with them.Kelli replied that all those they had been talking about certainly were good looking, and she would be happy to spend time with any of them but it would. "Good? Oh, Carla, I was so afraid…" Why? You were great!" Oh, Carla, you won't tell on me, will you?" Of course not, Nancy," Carla answered. "You're my friend." You're my friend, too, Carla. My very best friend."Hand in hand, the two girls slipped back to the dormitory.Chapter FourJohn and Iris had just finished breakfast, and it was another silent meal. The warm sun filtered in through the kitchen window as they sat drinking their coffee."Look, Iris," John said suddenly, "I'm sorry, I'm truly. “You bastards. You ****d me. I’m going straight to the police. Wait until Jim finds out. He’ll kill you both.” She stared at me “You, my sister. How could you.” She sprang at me, we both fell to the floor. My husband dragged her up off me. “You fucking bastard. Jim will kill you.” “You’re not going to tell anyone slut” “What did you call me” “Slut” He dragged her over to the TV “Let go off me.” He dumped her on the ground, picked up the remote control and pressed play. Her face with his cock in.