She really did seem prepared to trust him.At lunch Stephen broached the business of busting the paedophile ring at the children's home."Would you real...ly do that?" she asked wide eyed."Yes," he replied firmly. "Those people are taking advantage of helpless kids when they should be helping them. The whole set up stinks. In order to give the police something to go on I need your help." How?" I want the names of all those who molested you, what they did and, if you can remember, when." The when. Through it, some restrictions, though ones that were pretty lax, were put in place. Until a person was one hundred years old, they could only enter dungeons for three days of their choosing every week. The other seven days they were required to work or go to school. If they chose not to do either, then they would no longer receive access to the dungeon. This ended up working out extremely well for our people.”“Over the course of over two thousand years, our knowledge increased by leaps and. "You already know he wants his lips on your neck. He wants your teeth tasting his sweat!"She gasped as she started to tremble. Her eyes demanded more."He knows you so well," I reminded her. "He wants to give you what you need. He wants his other hand on your breast, on your nipple."She gasped and froze, and her eyes slid down to her own breast. I had barely been able to see how her nipples were poking at her layers of clothes, and I needed her to show them to me. I knew better than to scare her. Puerto Rican and Black, with long, wavy black hair, the darkest brown eyes I've ever seen, and an amazing smile, she had my attention the moment I saw her. We met one day at TGIF, where she was bar-tending. Since it was lunch and I was by myself, the bar seemed to be the best spot. I ordered a turkey burger and a beer and this gorgeous woman sparked up a conversation. From that day I made it a point to stop in at least once a week, either on my lunch break or after work, when Danielle was.