I didn't have the balls, she always said. But I still love her, and have since tried over and over to win her back. It always ended badly, always with... her wishing me the worst things and slapping me. Also last night, when she yelled at me: "YOU ARE REALLY USELESS! COWARD! NO BALLS! Do you really want to be with me? Well, PROVE ME that you are a man! See you in the morning, at the Silver Gate!"The Silver Gate, a gothic nightclub, I've never been to. She frequented it often, she and all her dark. “I am going to tell Ilane of what happened as well, Davik,” Lillian told me. “You should go home. Talk to the girls there, maybe they may know of a way to get through to her.”I nodded and left Lillian’s to head to my final stop, my thoughts drifting to Violet, as I weaved my way through the town to the carpentry shop. About ten minutes later, I arrived at my destination. It looked to be just as busy as any time I had visited when Ruben had run it, so I was happy to see that there had not been. After the incident took place, all three girls were worried that they would be placed in foster care, and would be at risk of being split up. The twins were sixteen, however, and being as they had no other living relatives, other than distant cousins, the twins were eligible to become emancipated. Their younger sister was only nine, and the court ruled that, as long as the family was regularly checked up on by appointed court officials to deem if the situation is court-approved (Harmony would. Paul quickly stuffed his cock back into his trousers, struggling to do the zipper up."It's ok, Daise. What do you want?" Paul asked calmly as his cock strained for release against the dark material."I just wanted to say hello and find out how your day has been," Daisey muttered, now looking at the floor, strands of her blonde hair falling infront of her face."Well come here then!" Paul smiled, still lying on the bed in the same position, but holding out his arm. Daisey's face lit up and she.