My Dad Please Come 90

George's grip tightened. With a tearing sound, Wendy's collar was ripped open, exposing her delicate, pale skin to

the cold air.

A wave of memories hit Wendy, taking her back to years age, in a similar cave, where she had been pinned beneath George. The foul stench of his body pressed down on her, and helplessness and fear engulfed her like a tidal wave. She felt as though she was suffocating, as though she was about to die.

That young version of Wendy had been so close to death.

She thought of Big Brother. Why wasn't he here?

Suddenly, Wendy felt a weight press down on her again-George had leaned over her. She closed her eyes, bitterly realizing that even after all these years, when she found herself in a similar situation, her first thought was still of Stanley.

She had grown up in some ways, but in other ways, she hadn't. She still longed for Stanley to come for her.

Deep down, she knew he would never come.

Wendy reached for her waist...

foot kicked out, sending George flying off her. The force of the blow sent him crashing into the cave wall with a loud

froze, her eyes darting upward. A handsome, dignified face filled her

was Stanley.

was now standing before her. Wendy blinked,

cold, his face stern. He carried the chill of the outside world with him, a presence that seemed almost otherworldly, like a god of

Why was he here?

tearful eyes, her expression that of someone who had been wronged, a look

him as if she hadn't

ached. He quickly removed his coat and draped it over her fragile

of his coat against her chilled skin, a tangible reminder

broken, knew it was over for

her. She loves seducing men ever since she was young! She's not good enough for you..." George began to desperately

turned her gaze to Stanley. Without a word, Stanley

again, coughing up more

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