They make perfect servants for the sociopaths, the men and women without conscience who secretly rule this world. The vilest servant in the history of... modern literature, the notorious Igor has nothing on the Familiars. These naturally pliable men and women are devoted to the sociopaths and follow every order given to them without question or hesitation. Every sociopath has at least one Familiar. There is one thing I haven’t seen, though. I’ve never met anyone like me. I am stronger than any. “You’re stillbigger. Just look at him! It’s pathetic! Now pleasefuck me! Stop talking, and fuck me!!”“Tell me the truth Alissa, is Pat your husband? Ifyou lie to me, I’m out of here!” Auger lookedenraged. I was scared for our safety at this point!“Yes! YES, he’s my husband, but he can’t give me whatyou can!”“I knew it! You know what happens to lying littlesluts!”“Please! I’m so sorry, PLEASE just fuck. He shouldered his bag and left for the school bus. Most of the books he carried that day were from the smaller library on campus that belonged to the business school. He'd been focusing on some of the more theoretical investment books, deciphering the mathematical models for valuations and risk analysis. It was mostly applied math with some specialized rules. He found that law books helped explained some of the rules that governed investments. However, some of the more complex and novel asset. She hugged herself as she remembered the feeling of his hands everywhere, pushing and poking, pinching and taunting. He expected her to go all the way; after all it was Junior Prom. He'd made that perfectly clear when they left the dance early. She hadn't agreed. They fought. He pushed her against the door as he kissed her hard. Her lips ached. Her arm hurt where he gripped her. The soft inside of her thigh bruised quickly as his knee pushed against it. He tried to reach her zipper. She fought.