The black thigh highs were balled up in the same hand with her clutch. They were only a couple shades darker than the tone of her bare thighs. The spi...kes she’d been wearing dangled from the other hand. It was a couple more hours to sunrise, and the cement still held remnants of yesterday’s heat. The sidewalk felt raw on her feet. Organic, somehow. All she had to do was navigate the broken glass and make it to her car. Her muscles were singing with the kind of ache that rides the border between. One look back up at her face and Mike felt his cock actually begin to rise. Her hazel eyes had a small dash of glitter under them along with dark eye shadow. Her lips were glistening pink, but not the gaudy pink of the wannabe girls at school. This was a light pink, still wet from application. Mike sighed and just looked at her with exasperation. If he looked at her any other way he would get mad again.“Candy, what the fuck do you want?” She looked down at her feet, toeing the cement step. She. He poured a drink and swallowed it down. He poured some more but set the bottle to one side to sip now. He said, "That was terrible to see. They committed suicide but didn't realize how painful a death it would be. They tied themselves down and couldn't get loose though I think they wish they had. Their faces had horrible looks from the pain." He had another large sip.I had sat down close to him on an outdoor sofa. "I'm sorry, Dad. We've seen a lot that we wish we hadn't seen." Mister Dan, I. For a moment the room was silent, then Will spoke. “Thank you, Janie. I’ll see them.”“Excellent,” Lord Morant said. His voice was crisp with the precision and diction of an educated man from the mainland.Janie didn’t turn when Will spoke. She kept her gaze focused on the quartet in front of her. “Yes, Mister Sterling,” she said, her own posh speech mirroring Lord Morant’s. Until recently, that accent was a rare thing in Bastard’s Bay, but with Fort Deliverance now full of Magistrate officials.