Helen was stuck but then things got worse.When Helen was 25 years old Greg decided it was time to leave the city and head home to Blackridge. Helen kn...ew that there was more to it but Greg wouldn't say. The 'White Castle' became like a prison where as in the city she felt free and had her friends. Greg was getting more and more abusive and seemed to be under more pressure.Greg then hired Ronald Graves as his Security Chief. He came recommended by Julian and Helga Graves their butler and maid.. So help me, I gasped out loud! The feeling, round and heavy, weighed down on places I didn’t know could respond to such a simple thing! He smiled at me, and I smiled at him, and we kissed again. But this time I wanted more. And he must have known it. This time when we kissed, I let my tongue do a little wandering. I don’t even remember what happened, just that our tongues seemed to be doing some sort of dance, slow and smooth, deeper, shallower, deeper, rounding and turning through angles not. "We heard the footsteps and then a bang on the door. "Come on old man, we just want a some time with our little friend." Go to fucking hell." He said.The whole enclosure shook when one of the men slammed his body into the door. I saw a hand reach under to grab a leg. My wooden dowel came down fast and hard."Fuck! Son of a bitch. You are going to pay for that you fuckin shit."Tudi was shaking so hard by the time she got to the car, she dropped the keys and then had a hard time getting the key. D. In July. I had just returned to my job as worker with a local lumber yard when I happened to burn my thumb on the Guard for a band saw and it blistered which became quite sore to the touch and drained horrible looking pus. Then one morning zi could barely move and felt terrible plus there was a red streak from my thumb up to my arm pit. Mum bundled me into the car and took mevstraightbo hospital where I was taken into intensive care with blood poisoning and had to undergo numerous injections.