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Driving straight into his gang rape videos, he knew no-one would be outside. His father would either be watching TV or getting drunk….hopefully both. His mother if she was home, and not at a friend’s place as usual, would be in bed by now and asleep. Both sisters had moved out long ago.
The stillness of the night contrasted to that of his heartbeat as he got out and retrieved the key from its customary place over the door lintel. Leaving the front-door ajar he returned to the Buick where Ashley still lay unmoving across the seat that he had set to the maximum lay-back position. By moonlight, she looked to him an angel at rest. Just for an instant as he moved her, the light reflected off the little pendant that hung around her neck, murdering his conscience, imperiling his very soul.
She was so light, her arms hanging loose gang rape videos by her side as he carried her inside quickly. As he entered the solitary little room, he tried to imagine if this was what it felt like carrying one’s bride across the threshhold. The young girl’s breasts were clearly accentuated now given her limp and vulnerable position. He lay her gently down on his bed and hurriedly returned to the trunk to fetch the chloroform bottle should he be needing it.
He saw the room so differently suddenly. Its shortcomings were underscored by her very presence. His bed now, looked to him the worn gang rape videos and pitiful item of furniture that it was. The creased and far from clean quilt contrasted with her neat attire. The threadbare carpet seemed to complete the picture. Beauty and the Beast…with new players.