Something in her eyes made his anxieties flutter.He moved to pull his shoes and coat on. Kelly meanwhile, was already outside the house and heading to...wards, what he assumed, was her car. He shot his sister one last parting glance but she merely blew him a kiss and shooed him away.Sighing he closed the door and walked after Kelly, following her down the driveway. As he walked towards the car she opened the door to the passenger side for him, pursing her lips as she seemed to over-critically eye. It wasn’t that they were treated badly as such. The Cave Painters were understandably wary of these crudely dressed Mammoth hunters. Their furs were stripped off to ensure that they weren’t hiding any weapons. Two woolly rhinoceros furs were thrown towards the now naked warriors and it was under this that they had to huddle together through the cold days and nights. They were thrown scraps of meat not much better than fed to the ragged wolves tethered to a post set not far apart from them. A. Does Sherry know about your secret?” She asked.“No, I thought it was gone and over,” I said wanting to just bolt out of that bedroom but knowing my life with Sherry was at stake.“I will tell you I was molded by Henry’s desires. Instead of rejecting him when he told me his story I accepted it. Unlike you his desires only grew stronger when he started seeing me wearing my underthings. And these desires became a part of our sexual life. I am not sure Sherry would accept it, but I do.” She said and. Where do I start my tale? The beginning, you say? Good idea. I'm Mark Gallows, my wife is Kellie Gallows, and this is our tale.I remember being born ... Ok, just kidding there. But that WOULD be the beginning, right? Ok, ok. I'll skip ahead some to when I first met Kellie Everett.We were 6 years old, and to me, girls were still "icky" and "gross", so I was a bit pissed off that I was being made to spend time and play with a GIRL! It didn't matter to me that she was black. She was a GIRL, and.