The voices were dying down, and the group started to move away. I wanted to wave to my new friend again, but was taken aback when the girl with the lu...minous eyes walked towards me. She gazed into my face for a few seconds, then put her warm hand in mine, and tugged me towards the line of taxis. The others glared at her, but she ignored them.In the taxi, she still didn't talk, only held my hand, sitting quietly. I looked at her, trying to work out what was going on, but her return glances were. Many people open up to strangers when they are drinking, and they tell them things they wouldn’t tell friends. Do you have his address? If not, we can stake out Merchon Manufacturing, where he works. Do you know what type of car he flies?”Thankfully, Tom knew the general area where Charles lived. A quick check of the Comm Book, filtered with an area limitation, brought up only one Charles Stafford.Tom comm’d Mary, and asked her out for a private dinner. Maybe, she would be more forthcoming with. Dragging myself away I made my way to the front door, following the click, scrape of my uncles unsteady gait, the paving stones slimy with moss and cracked from years of use.The fruit trees that had once neatly framed the path had grown wild and now, entwined with vines, met overhead, creating a tunnel reminiscent of Secret Garden fantasies, the light filtering through dimly and casting ghostly green shadows as the trees swayed gently in the wind.The front door was solid wood, the frame warped. ’ With that act of submission my **** was now never in doubt. He roughly flipped me over, pulling my ass high into the air. I tried to fight back but my heart wasn’t in it. He pulled my sweatpants down to my ankles where the tape was holding my legs together. He loosened his grip as he took down his pants. Like a wanton slut I kept my ass high in the air as if inviting the violation that was about to occur. His cock thrust into my ass without any preamble or warning. I cried in pain as his.