The van then took off. After they drove for what seemed like hours, but was probably ? hour, they pulled into a garage. They got out and opened the ...side door, and then carried me into a house and down into a basement. I saw things there that had to have come from a nightmare. I had seen pictures of some of this stuff, in school books. They led me to a stock and opened it. They uncuffed my hands and put them in and forced my neck down on it and closed it. I couldn’t move. One of them. And then I tuned the radio into a station playing slow blues and jazz Christmas music."Mmmm, I like this music, John," She said, swaying a little in time to the tune.I smiled and replied, "Would you like to dance?"She grinned from ear to ear. "I'd love to, John!" I turned off the lights on the Christmas tree and took her by the hand and walked her to the middle of the room in front of the glowing fireplace. She put her arms around my neck and I wrapped my arms around her waist and we slowly. No one around for miles.Michael stops the truck, puts it in park and shuts it off. “We’re here”“Where?” Kim asks. “Somewhere we can finish with no one around.” He says as he opens the door and jumps out with his pants still down. As he shuffles around the truck, his pants fall to his ankles. He feels his dick get cold as the cool air hits it, still wet with her saliva. He opens her door and the back door and moves her to the back seat. He lays her across the seat and pulls her shorts off and. But all I know is I had a nice vacation from getting a beat down by him. When my father got out of the hospital his mental state of mind had got worse my father's definitely had a mental problem he drank vodka on his days off from work and beat me or he beat my step mother. But all I know is that some body in my house was going get beat down by my father. Just for no reason at all or when he was having mental flash back about his jacked up life. my step mother would leave my father and go stay.