Why? This isn't what was supposed to happen. She was supposed to love me, not abuse me. My hands went to my short buttons, working down my denim shirt.... She lifted an eyebrow as I peeled it off."That's it?"Her disdain hurt. I flushed, my skin pale and my chest sagging a bit, my stomach a little flabby. "Sorry, Mistress."Her foot pressed into the crotch of my jeans; I winced as she mashed my hard cock. "So small." She rubbed harder and a groan escaped my lips. "Do you like that, worm? Do you like. He tightened his arms around her and laid his cheek to the top of her head."And strangely enough you feel very good in my arms. But I fear I need to let you go to take care of some frustrations. My anger is returning from the memories of last night and I need to do something destructive or I might go hunt down your father. The other thing is that... if I don't let you go that other room is going to see some use that I don't think you grandmother would appreciate." That's putting it mildly." She. The team had fallen in the standings after their strong start. When they fell to tenth place a lot of critics began predicting that they wouldn't make the playoffs. The first period ended with the Missiles behind by three goals. Dave was watching the second period when he heard two familiar young voices and was immediately tackled by Riley and Robbie. He wrestled with them briefly before he asked, "Where is your father?"The boys pointed to their father, Paul, sitting in the stands and Dave. One man amidst the force stood out. He was slightly taller than the others and looked better dressed. His shaggy blonde hair blew in the wind and he had a bushy beard. A huge battle-axe was over one shoulder and a cloak billowed out behind him as he ran. Scott guessed that this must be Alfred himself.He ordered his captain to sail in towards the beach and for men to man the falconet. The rope ladder was flung over the side and Scott's scouts climbed aboard as the falconet fired a warning shot.