"I think we should head back. Let's not give your dad any more reason to hate me." I cupped her cheek and ran the pad of my thumb over her warm flesh as I berated myself once more. How could I have been so stupid? All this time I never gave much thought to the physical side of our relationship, okay maybe that's not quite accurate. But the truth is in all the time I've been waiting for her to come to me, sex never played that big a part, I just wanted her with me. It's not that I'm not physically attracted to her, I am, in spades, but somewhere along the way I'd learned, thanks to her father no doubt, to kill that shit until the time was right. When we talk on the phone at night, our conversations never lead to anything remotely sexual. I just can't breathe if I don't talk to her, or get to see her face on the screen every day. So I'd lead myself to believe that I could control myself, that I had it all under control. I was wrong. I looked at her, at us

When I left the school earlier I was distracted by the boy being back but not too distracted to forget to give Jared a little side job. I needed to know what it was that had happened to the kid that made the idiot principal think that Mengele had done something to him. It hadn't taken Jared long to get the details but the shit didn't make any sense until I remembered a conversation I'd had with Mancini a while back. Could she really be that diabolical? At her age could she have the kind of patience it would take to pull off something like this? The fuck am I saying? Of course she can, it's Mengele for fuck sake. Now I need to know what she did with the rest of that shit and get it the hell out of my house. Obviously she hadn't used it all or the asshole kid would be dead. Damn! They were still at it when I walked back into the room, both looking suspicious as fuck. "Leave us a minute Mengele I need to have a word with your uncle Hank." "Uh-oh, what did I do n

I met my little sister at the door who beckoned for me to lean over so she could whisper in my ear. I thought she was going to say something equally as embarrassing as what she'd said to mom at the breakfast table a few days ago but she didn't, she just wanted to know what I'd done with the paper she'd given me earlier. I whispered the answer in her ear not thinking anything of it. I figured she just wanted to make sure it wouldn't fall into the wrong hands, plus I was in too much of a hurry to get out of the house before daddy changed his mind to care. Once outside Todd stopped me just as I was about to climb into the driver's seat. "Babe, I'm not sure about this, this is a rental. Why don't we wait until my Ranger gets here?""When will that be?""The company that's delivering it said it should be here no later than noon tomorrow." "Nope, I wanna drive this one." I gave him my winning smile and he sighed and opened the door of the Tahoe for me. I love the

"Mengele you're eight, now answer me, where did you hear about these people?""Around!" I distinctly remember erasing that email from her sister's computer and the only time I ever mentioned it to anyone was in the privacy of my office on the phone. I was waiting for her little ass to go to sleep before Mancini broke out his equipment but I didn't know it was this bad. I don't care how smart she is, I don't want my eight year old kid knowing about this shit. I'll bench that for later, right now I was more interested in the chart she had outlined on the paper. "Explain this to me, what's all this?" She climbed into my lap and worked the creases out of the paper. "This one on the top is the master group, they've been around the longest. These two are the main branches and these others down here are all the branches that are all over the world." My eight year old kid had made a chart of the world's foremost underground hellfire clubs. She went on to explain how s

He's so mature, I always knew he was more advanced in his thinking than most boys his age, but I've never heard him speak quite like that. And he's right, just what has gotten into me? Have I been kidding myself all this time, telling myself that I was fine with the way things are? Or am I subconsciously afraid? Is that why I'm acting out? Because I'm afraid that I don't know how to be around him now that we've both grown up? It's one thing to talk on the phone, when he's not there to touch me, or look at me with those eyes that seem to melt. Am I testing him, is that it? I don't want to go against daddy any more than he does, so why in the last few hours have I been pushing him to? I need to get away from him so that I can think clearly. I'm so confused, all these new emotions are playing havoc with my mind, not to mention what they're doing to my body. My hormones seem to have been awakened all at once. He reached over wordlessly and took my hand as he drove.