“Now, why did you have to make me do that? My dad- h-he’ll call the police! XXX “Because I have spent years wanting you, and can wait no longer. He had everything set up in his vacation home, miles and miles away. He sat down on the bed, rubbing her leg softly. “What should I do first sir?” She questioned, looking around at his slightly disorganized home. He smiled, gave her a sloppery kiss on the mouth, and then left, warning her he would be back later, he just had some things to take care of. Do you understand?” Mr. She was just barely 13. Her dad too was drugged and placed in the dress room- he wasn’t much for men, but he didn’t want the father calling for the cops to investigate.
