Sadlyshe had found herself getting used to the drunken beatings, growingnumb to the violent abuse.Her stepfather accused her of stealing money out of ...his wallet. Whenhe forced her to empty her bags and pockets,he found the remainder ofthe $20 that Jessie paid her for the drawing. She got it double thatnight for compounding her "stealing" with 'lying" She shuddered towonder what he would have done to her if he would have found the $400she had tucked into her shoes.Not bothering to worry about it. No words were spoken. She knew mydesires."Want some?" she indifferently asked.There were four slices left in the third, and final, box. It was not pizza Iwanted."NNNoo, III’mm really not hungry. Shouldn’t you be getting back?" This wasonly a formality. I thought it should be mentioned. "You want me to leave?"She read my mind, "No... No!" Well let’s put on some music!" she replied. She got up from the Laz-Y-Boy,turned off the tube, and went headfirst towards the record collection. Albumswere. His mother at the same time gripped my hair in a bundle with her hands and repeated her command.Fearing for myself, I started unbuttoning my dress and drop it to the ground. I then removed my bra. June pushed me back to the ground and told me I better suck her son cock clean, or I’ll get the belt across my big tits again. By now, I was in heat myself and didn’t need any more slaps with the belt, so I complied and gave the little bastard my best blowjob in years. He was calling me a bitch and. His own results had looked good, giving a correlation to both Etruscan and several early Levantine languages, and there were only a few who scoffed at his translations of the Mallia glyphs-- he figured it was a sure shot running his algorithm against the new inscriptions they'd found in Iraq last week. He'd even promised an interview with a local rag as soon as the results were in-- the unearthing of a huge structure that appeared to be an ancient temple was big, distracting news to a media.