Their dad, Victor Bartholomew, knew they were brats. He once said, “I wish I could blame their mother for them being spoiled, but I’m the Master o...f the house. I’m the one who did it.”Victor was afraid that his Master-slave relationship with their mother, Barbara– known in the club as slave babs– might bleed into his parenting. It did, but in reverse. He was so afraid that he would be too masterful over his children that he basically let them run feral. They grew up pretty wild and had several. "So...You in? Just so you know, If you say no, I'll just leave you for dead." Uh..." Alex thought for a moment. Did he really want to do this? To be honest, Overlord did sound nice. No one telling you what to do, and thought in having all the male and the occasional female Thundercats serve him in sexual acts was also tempting. Alex was Bi, However favored Males over females more."Okay..." The boar said uncomfortably. "I'll...Give it a try." The demon squeal in excitement."Alrighty, then.". I was 12. I didn’t own gloves and socks don’t do shit when it’s that cold.Andrea was real too. Unlike Michael I didn’t win her heart. I did win her friendship and in the process she reignited my humanity which had been all but extinguished by the time I had met her at 13. I wear a tattoo in her honor. If she was still alive she’d beat my ass for that, but alcohol killed her several years ago.No Father, no money, no status, no social skills, what I did have was a mind. I found that the more I. Ah, and then there was Cindy.David and Cindy were barely eleven months apart, so she was a little older than I, even though we were both (by now) thirteen. She was thin and gangly and vivacious, and just starting to get these interesting bumps on her chest. She wore glasses and sundresses and had flyaway dirty-blond hair.And when I met her, she giggled and said, "Hiya, handsome."Well, the other kids were merciless. She and a couple of the other girls ran off, shrieking with laughter. David and.