"She smiled and lifted her far hand enough to show a sawed-off shotgun. "I grew up on a farm. I reckon I can keep myself safe. I'd take up with you if... I was thirty years younger, or if I knew my family was done in, but I've got to make certain." I understand," I said. "We're likely going to make our way toward Mobile Bay and then head inland. Hopefully we'll both find some more folk along the way."She nodded. "If I find my family south of Atlanta, I'll stay with them. If not, who knows. You. He also hated body art, tattoos and piercings. Steph was about to get a tattoo drawn by the man who fucked her. Steph was euphoric. Fitz had used her but she had enjoyed it immensely. As he began the actual tattoo all she could think of was that she had to fuck him again. If her husband found out or objected she would do it anyway. He was a tiny-dicked wimp of a man. Fitz was a real man. The tattoo was finished in about an hour. It was a red heart with devils horns and tail coming from it. It. ” I turned to face Beth who wasn’t happy though she wasn’t really mad. “The worse thing about that was you sort of warned me it would happen.” She shrugged. “Money does do strange things to people.”I looked at her and then grinned. “If you come out of a bathroom in a towel and drop it, I won’t look away.” I chuckled.Beth looked scandalized. “I may do that some day to find out your reaction.”I grinned more. “I look forward to that day.”“Let’s sit down on the couch, X.” We sat down and she. It is a pity too, because you are really starting to get into your chosen major of Astrophysics; not a 'girly' choice, and a major reason that your mother disowned you. Your father, well, you do not really like to think about him. Ever since you turned eighteen, he has been making little comments about how you are 'legal' now. You think that he is just being a pig, but occasionally you caught him looking at you in a way that made you a little nervous. You now have only a few weeks before you.