Nicht lieferbar
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"Boy," he said, "I ought to kill you... raping this little girl."
"No, Uncle Charlie," she said, pleading. "He didn't rape me. I let him. I wanted to see how models and gigolos do."
"Get out of here, and get to bed, right now," he ordered Luke. "I'll deal with you tomorrow, you ungrateful scamp. This is the thanks I get for taking a trashy fool like you into my home. Now, get out of my sight before I kill you!"
Frightened out of his wits, Luke ran pell-mell from the loft without even waiting to put on his clothes. He just grabbed his bulky old overalls and fled down the ladder into the darkness.
Uncle Charlie turned from watching the boy depart to a contemplation of naked Hilda. His root, she could plainly see, was standing up. In spite of her terrible position, Hilda felt herself wondering what it would be like, and really, she had to admit, wishing she could see it. Charlie, because of the darkness of the loft, had no idea that his cock was showing or that Hilda could see it.
"You common little whore!" he said vigorously. "I ought to beat you within an inch of your life.
Do you know what your Aunt Pauline will say when she hears about your sin? You've disgraced our home. You've sinned before God and man. You shall rot in hell for this, for the Good Book says 'Thou shalt not commit adultery!' "
"Uncle Charlie, I... "
"Shut up," he said, drawing a meaty hand back as if to hit her in the mouth. "You filthy child. I'm gonna take you back in the house and tell Pauline. She can deal with you. I'll take care of Luke myself in the morning. I'll horsewhip him right in front of everybody up at Bart's store, and then I'll run him off from here."
Hilda leaped upon Uncle Charlie. "Please," she begged, "don't beat Luke. It was my fault. I'm the one who wanted to know about them models and gigolos. He was just showing me. Please, don't beat him or send him away."
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"Boy," he said, "I ought to kill you... raping this little girl."
"No, Uncle Charlie," she said, pleading. "He didn't rape me. I let him. I wanted to see how models and gigolos do."
"Get out of here, and get to bed, right now," he ordered Luke. "I'll deal with you tomorrow, you ungrateful scamp. This is the thanks I get for taking a trashy fool like you into my home. Now, get out of my sight before I kill you!"
Frightened out of his wits, Luke ran pell-mell from the loft without even waiting to put on his clothes. He just grabbed his bulky old overalls and fled down the ladder into the darkness.
Uncle Charlie turned from watching the boy depart to a contemplation of naked Hilda. His root, she could plainly see, was standing up. In spite of her terrible position, Hilda felt herself wondering what it would be like, and really, she had to admit, wishing she could see it. Charlie, because of the darkness of the loft, had no idea that his cock was showing or that Hilda could see it.
"You common little whore!" he said vigorously. "I ought to beat you within an inch of your life.
Do you know what your Aunt Pauline will say when she hears about your sin? You've disgraced our home. You've sinned before God and man. You shall rot in hell for this, for the Good Book says 'Thou shalt not commit adultery!' "
"Uncle Charlie, I... "
"Shut up," he said, drawing a meaty hand back as if to hit her in the mouth. "You filthy child. I'm gonna take you back in the house and tell Pauline. She can deal with you. I'll take care of Luke myself in the morning. I'll horsewhip him right in front of everybody up at Bart's store, and then I'll run him off from here."
Hilda leaped upon Uncle Charlie. "Please," she begged, "don't beat Luke. It was my fault. I'm the one who wanted to know about them models and gigolos. He was just showing me. Please, don't beat him or send him away."