" Mary sneered. "You had a bunch of the cutest guys in high school panting over you, then you wasted yourself on Mr. Senility a week after graduation...."Jenny shook her head at her sister. Mary was just barely 19. She had been 14 when Jenny and Mike got married and moved away."Mike makes a good living, we have this nice house, we have 3 cars, and I always have spending money. Besides," Jenny grinned at her sister, "Mike has the experience and stamina to be a fantastic lover."As always, any. He lives in a nice house in the city of Orleans with his wife Martha and their two daughters, my cousins Mica and Maria. The guy owns his business and does very well for himself. Orleans is definitely an upscale community. The city of Orleans is located a few miles outside of Ottawa but it might as well be a world away. I hate small towns. The only small town I’ve ever liked was the Morin Quarter near Cap City in Northern Haiti. Way down in the Caribbean. It’s the ancestral home of my family. I. "He was shot to death by a police officer named Grace Kincaid."Francisco nodded grimly. "I see," he said, breathing heavily. "Mr. Kendall, I wonder if you can do me one more small favor?" Anything, Francisco," Kendall said."Could you tell me where I can find this Grace Kincaid?"***Light. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. Dark.The white glare strobed at her harshly, hurting her head and forcing sound from a throat too raw to breathe. She sought the comfortable, cloying darkness, but some small part of. It was short lived, as another terse command had him guiding his hands together behind his back. The closure and rope were back, and his arms were being pulled upward. The discomfort of it made him bend forward, more and more. With the stiff corset around his waist, his body was stiff and restricted, and soon he was bent so far forward that his upper body was horizontal.Davis was starting to get even more worried; hard cock or not, it all just seemed like it was getting out of hand.She had been.