Everyone is 18+ in the this story of love and lust with family.
I rode the short bus in school and am dyslexic and use software and editors to make it easier to read.
I fell for a Librarian.
Book 11
We were left alone, Susan says. "Sorry ladies had to sell it." You had us out of our tie-wraps, and we armed ourselves, pushing the panic button; we were all cut free, heading to the front door as Swat comes in says. "Come on, let's go keep your weapons safe. Please Enter Enter Enter." He said over his radio.
Gunfire emerges from the back of the house as we are taken out two behind us guarding our exit. We are taken out to a police SUV and are driven downtown to lousy coffee and day-old donuts don't care; we're safe. We were questioned, video depositions were taken, and after, we were taken to an excellent Hotel downtown, and we had two adjoining suites and a huge hot tub.
We stripped and soaked in the hot tub till room service brought up four hot meals just before the kitchen closed. We ate in bathrobes and watched the news, the report of the shootout at our house, and three were wounded, one dead, that being one of the thugs.
We received an updated text about the action, just the bare facts.
A person is found in a hidden compartment in the RV. She shows the police a stash of hard drives full of videos of all his Sins and a boatload of cash on its way to the FBI, but they sent one to the officer I watched over someone's shoulder. So I tossed my cookies, watching it Susan, was not in the one they sent.
A few minutes later, another text update.
The tent revival was still next door, and the satellite feed was going out as a pay-for-view. So We don't know who did it, but a raw tape of him giving communion to his sex slave was shared on the feed. We were told that the tent emptied after the broadcast, and they stormed the box office, beating up most of the staff.
Later in the news, the police caught the thugs skimming credit cards and stealing watches. The hired thugs tried to leave with the RV, and anything untied down. The local police caught them, which did not work well for them. Most received years in jail time and dear old dad was being fought over. They found four bodies in three states they are fighting over, trying to tie him to the bodies to get him to their courts.
We found out a few days later from the D. A's office that He cheated them all. Someone shivved him in jail with a sharpened toothbrush waiting for his court appearance. He was found stabbed twenty-two times. The police could not prove who did it, but one of the guys was in for ninety days for hitting a police officer two days before the stabbing. One day after the news report, one of the bodies found had his last name. His sister was just twenty-two.
The home was a few days away, New Year's Eve or not, contractors were called in, and the damage was taken care of. For three days, we were covered by the city on the room but had to pay for room service.
We met with all the alphabets, FBI, IRS, and one that never said who they were. Getting home to our house was excellent; only the light smell of gunpowder and fresh paint was a sign that anything terrible had happened.
We sat and looked at each other as I say. "I thought winning would feel better. I'm sorry to say I feel cheated, not even getting to hit him once. But we have not said it. It's left unsaid to tell the truth. I wanted to kill him for hurting you, Susan, and Mom. I remember where the place the Guys place where he kept us, but I did not kill because I made a promise to you, my ladies, not to. We were an odd group; we all saw the terror we had lived through; it changed us and made us try harder and cry harder but never turn harder. Even Susan has softened; her hardness is gone, as is my Mom, who is smiling now. You, ladies, know my Mom hardly smiled, but since we have loved on her, I see a smile every day. I could not be happier than I am right now."
The next day is NYE Mary and Susan's Aunt and uncle showed up at the house uninvited and unannounced, they say. "They got her last name from the news and came by on the off chance it was her.
The Aunt says. "It was all our fault. We must be evil incarnate."
I sent a text to my buddy at the police.
"Sergeant White, please, Susan's dad's sister is here. I think these are the money guys, the bankers. Please send me a video of dear old dad whipping and abusing one of his girls. I'll see if I can find out for you."
There were four in one file.
Then the Aunt and uncle wanted to leave and started to get up, but my Mom says. "Sit your ass down and watch your ass, you piece of shit. He did this to Susan. Are you in on it too? Dan, Help them talk, baby."
That shut them up; they could not make eye contact after that, I walked over and touched my nose to this sweet Aunts forehead, and my breath was hot as I belched, trying to be crude. It makes me a little scarier, and I say. "You're involved; better talk now, or you might find it hard to walk after. Oh yeah fucking please my Mom taught me to be nice and polite."
They watch the video, but I do not see any shock or disgust; shit, they've seen these or been involved. These are unlike any church people I have ever met, but I never met Marquis DE Sade.
Mary pulls her phone out and says. "You two better start talking about your name, the date, and your fucking crime. Or we three ladies are leaving you here without our Dan baby; it's no loss to our family tree if you prune it."
Susan pulled her knife out; it made a sick swish-click noise, and says two words. "Two ladies."
