"No! Of course I don't!" she cried, throwing the obscene photographs on the table in revulsion and rejection. "They're terrible!" Well," he said in an... offhand manner, "Perhaps you'll find one you'd enjoy. I took a dozen all told, though I've got the others tucked under lock and key at the moment." You... took them?" Alice wanted to scream, to hit and slash and tear at this vile, beastly man who sat so calmly next to her and freely admitted his part in the horrible debauchment of her daughter.. "The judge then looked at me, "You trained one of mine, Rachael; do you remember her?"I had to think for a few minutes, Rachael was eight when I took her, a blond, blue eyed girl, if I remembered right her parents were abusive to her and she had run away, into my arms, she didn't need training as her father had beaten her since she was six, in fact her main part of the training process was ensuring she ate a good meal every day that I kept her, I didn't need to teach her anything - I managed to. I still cannot forget the compromising situation my wife was in, on that day in letting her much younger cousin to look at her private parts. The night gown’s hem was at wrapped around her knees and her thighs were wide open allowing ample view to her genital mound only covered by this white panty. It was now clear that it was a plain white underwear and it looked a bit old as well. My eyes were looking at the mirror while Suresh was nervously transfixed to his cousins exposed interiors. The. "Almost frantic now, Henry tried again to sit up, his hand slipped on a throw rug, and down he went once more. Frustrated, he realized that he'd begun to cry. He felt embarassed, ashamed, guilty, and afraid, and didn't know how to handle those emotions all at once. Dammit no, he thought. Don't cry, not now. But the tears were already there. He'd always been an emotional child, prone to cry for no reason at all, and took some ribbing for it when he was in grade school. He thought he'd outgrown.