.. reckless. He had been ready to marry that Jenny girl he knocked up, before the miscarriage had them both rethink it.Menolly's eyes returned to the ...back of the couch. Cynthia told the story of how, as a child, she saw the Red Thing come, cause the miscarriage of some Aunt. Saw another kill her Grandfather.Saw her sanity vanish before her eyes.Well, drugs or not, Menolly as yet could not see the thing the man said was there. That was good. Better the death you can not see, than the one slowly. He reached down taking her chin in hand and lifting then looking deeply into her eyes.“Good morning, did you sleep well?”She smiled sleepily and said “oh I slept like a baby” and then realized how it sounded and touched his cheek.“Oh I am sorry, I did not mean anything by that, I just meant I slept without any bad dreams and I felt safe and.”He cut her off with a soft kiss. “That’s okay I understand and you are not a baby”, and he kissed her again only this time with passion as his tongue. Alternating between the cane, other wooden spatulas, back of a bath brush and back to the cane I wasn’t sure I could take much more.“Three more,” he demanded as I fell flat onto my front. Two passed quickly as my breathing paused for the final. “One hard last one,” he said as the cane sliced through the air and kissed my two ass cheeks, down low, so hard my breath stalled altogether. “Wasn’t hard enough,” he sniggered quickly as it cracked down heavily and noisily one more time! Just when I. "Right - sorry," I answered quickly."Just clean up after yourselves," He said, returning to his magazine.I was already through the door at the other side of the room before I caught the plural at the end of the word, following the large black man I had already called Daddy once or twice in my head. There should have been more resistance, more manliness in me that might stand up to this immediate assault of my sexuality.No - it was more than that. Something more submissive. Real men might decide.