"Who has Daddy's dirty little slut been thinking about? Huh? Who!" He shook my breast by the nipple and my cunt flooded.Clenching almost uncontrollabl...y, I cried, "Billy Hudson!" Who the fuck is Billy Hudson? If I get my hands on him, I'll kill him." No, Daddy, no! Billy didn't do anything, I just, I..." You what?" I just wanted him to!" I blurted."How old were you?" Um, thirteen, Daddy."Releasing my nipple, he sat a moment, thinking. His eyes seemed to look far into the distance for a moment. Seeing nothing but interest and concern, I continued. “First, let me recap what we’ve experienced ourselves. First, there’s ‘the Boss’, described as a short, thin, blonde-haired man. A dapper dresser with a penchant for wearing a strange round hat, who might, or might not, live in Santa Fe. He’s attempted to kill me many times over the last six years, but only one man, in over a hundred he’s sent, ever met him, and that appears to have been by accident. He seems to prefer to stay in the. If she understood the cryptic writing correctly, she assumed that the "chosen one" would understand the task of gathering up the pieces and reassembling them, facilitating the return of Adam. If she, Lara Croft, artifact connoisseur and adventurer extraordinaire, was the chosen one to do so, she would gain immortality.Lara read further, finding cryptic writings of green stones, which looked like body parts, being scattered throughout various regions of the world. Each of these stones was. This story begins in 1998 when I was 16, while it may not contain much action it is a build up for future stories which do. After my Birthday life at home rapidly went downhill. Dad blamed my Mum and introduced some rules for me. If you want to stay under my roof you will no longer see your new friends outside of school hours. I was also to wait outside the school gates for him or one of my relatives to pick me up each day. My dad spoke to the principle and told them to contact him immediately.