A Place for the Broken Ch. 08

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Since the moment she had dropped to her knees and submitted to him after dinner, Lynn's anticipation built, her body and hormones screaming to be bred. It infuriated her that Samantha refused to divulge any details of the upcoming "initiation" or even the contents of the playroom. At one point she had tried to excused herself to go rub one out. Samantha knew exactly what was on her mind and grabbed her arm saying, "Don't even think about it. Not without permission."

'Holy fuck', she thought, 'we can't even masturbate without his permission?' She looked at Samantha in disbelief, "Are you serious?" She questioned. "Unless you're willing to pay for it." Sam answered with a smirk and a wink. "Hey, lets put the kids to be a little early, so we can git ready."

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James had spent the evening with the kids in the game room. Cindy challenged him to Mario Cart not knowing he had been playing the franchise since before she was born. He took it easy on her, but made it close enough that she didn't realize he let her win. To keep it more realistic he did win a few rounds, barely. Maddy was happy she got to play with them, of course the controller she used was dead, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. After a dozen races, he decided to switch it up and challenged Cindy to a game of pool, with Maddy being on James' team. Cindy was definitely showing promise, her hand eye coordination was incredible and her understanding of the geometry of billiards was uncanny. James equated it to her marksmanship, Cindy just simply "got it".

Maddy on the other hand, well she was three. A very sweet and gentle three at that. Like any child her age she seemed to have an inexhaustible curiosity, or at least thats what he told himself every time she asked "Why?" But he didn't mind, she was quickly becoming his little cuddle-bug, as Lynn called her. He could barely sit in a chair without the child crawling up in his lap to cuddle, especially when they watched movies in the home theater. James couldn't remember the last time he was as happy. Just like Cindy had won his heart, little Maddy was filling in the voids perfectly.

Cindy was just wracking up the balls for another round of 8 ball when her mother called down the stairs, "Girls, time for bed."

Cindy called back to her, "Mooooommm, its only eight thirty, can't I stay up? Pleeeaase? Just one more game?"

James kept quiet, he had put Samantha in complete control tonight. "Alright," Sam relented, "one more game, but come get your bedtime tea first."

Cindy was by no means stupid, she knew what that meant. She would be dead to the world in about a half hour and not wake until well after 9am. Jimmy and mom were gonna get busy, she smirked to herself.

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Lynn emerged from the master en-suite shower having shaved as Samantha had instructed. Her gut finally calming after that fucking enema Sam had made her do. She sat at the make-up vanity and at a loss of how to proceed. Should she go bold and slutty, or minimal and innocent? "Sam?" she called out.

"What d'ya need?" the came answer sounding far away.

"Make up. What, I mean, how should I do it?" She answered.

"Fer t'night, just lipstick, and pull yer bangs back in a pony." Sam replied.

Her nervousness went up 3 notches with Samantha's answer. She assumed James would want the heavily made up slut look, it never crossed her mind he wanted her 'Natural'. No makeup equated to no mask, no pretending to be someone else. So she put on a subtle red lip stick and walked naked through the open bedroom door, heart pounding, breath coming short, palms sweaty and her pussy aching in anticipation. The instant she saw Samantha, it was as if the breath had been stolen from her lungs.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Samantha held herself with a confidence and poise, Lynn never imagined her sister could muster. Her soft, womanly curves were the embodiment of the classic hourglass figure. The black mid-bust corset hugged her torso snugly, accentuating the natural shape of her waist while supporting her full chest with an elegant lift, its satin sheen and subtle lace insets, the definition of classic glamour. The top half of her breasts were exposed, highlighted by her bikini tan lines. Half of her large pink areola and nipples rested above the bustier cups, just begging to be suckled.

Her thighs were adorned in sheer black thigh-high stockings with delicate lace tops, accenting her shapely and strong legs. She stood a few inches taller than usual due to her sleek black classic high heels, the glossy finish sparkled the light. Around her neck rested a delicate black lace choker, feminine and gothic, indicating her true self, a woman owned.

Her long blonde hair falling in smooth waves down her back and over one shoulder, brushing her bare chest. Her fair complexion with perfectly blended makeup enhanced her piercing blue eyes. Her eyelids were shaded with subtle smoky tones, framed by dark, fluttering lashes that emphasize their brilliance. Her cheekbones, seemed sculpted and highlighted with a touch of warm rose. Her lips were painted in a deep, classic red. Lynn was in awe not only of Samantha's beauty but her radiating a sense of confidence, elegance, and comfort in her own skin.

Samantha approached her sister, "Turn around and hold your hair up," she ordered her. Lynn felt a shiver run down her spine as Samantha placed a plain black leather collar with its cold stainless steel buckle on her neck. Her breath caught in her chest as a simple leash was attached to it, the cold stainless steel chain brushed against her breast, briefly catching on her nipple. "Put your hands down," Sam's voice was as cold as the steel chain. Lynn flinched as a piece of black silk cloth lowered onto her face, becoming a blindfold. As the knot of the blindfold tightened on her head Samantha's words pierced her brain, "From this point forward you are Slave and I am Slut. These are not names these are who we are, do you understand?" Lynn simply nodded and instantly the chain yanked her forward causing her to stumble. "Use your words Slave, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes Mistress," she stammered, only to be yanked again.

"I am no mistress, I am Slut! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" Sluts words were cold as ice coming through her clenched jaw and seething with frustration.

"Yes Slut, Slave understands," Slave was happy for the blindfold as it hid her tears from Slut. Unfortunately the blindfold could not hide the wetness between her legs or the hardening of her nipples.

Buckling the collar on her sister's neck just felt right. Down deep she knew this was Lynn's best chance to live a happy life, not to mention Maddy having some chance at a normal one. The symbolism of clasping the leash in place was not lost on her either. As the elder sister it was Sam's duty to lead her sister out of the hell they had both lived, into this new life. She wasn't able to protect her sister as a child, but now she had the means to protect her as an adult.

Slut opened the secret panel and led Slave down the stairs into the playroom. Her heals clicked on the cold concrete stairs followed by the near silent bare footsteps of her little sister. As Slut stepped into the room, her breath caught. There, waiting patiently for her, James lounged on the black leather couch, his powerful frame relaxed but unmistakably poised. His bare chest was a sculpture of strength, each muscle carved and defined beneath the warm glow of the light. He wore only loose black gi pants, the soft fabric draping over his strong legs. In one hand, he held a crystal glass of scotch, the amber liquid catching the light as he slowly turned it, then brought it to his lips with calm intention. His dark eyes met her, steady, smoldering, wordlessly telling her he'd been waiting just for this moment. She briefly recalled her first experience on that couch, it seemed like a lifetime ago. Indeed, she was a completely different woman then, lost, alone, and frightened. A woman struggling to survive, devoid of hope, and a complete stranger to love. Now, just a few feet in front of her sat her savior, her lover, her man. The unbridled lust in his eyes removed any doubt of his desire for her. She pulled the leash and lead Slave forward. When She had asked James how he wanted to do this, he had said 'surprise me', the look on his face said she hadn't disappointed. "Sir, allow me to present Slave."

Samantha's words made Lynn so week in the knees she couldn't help but drop into position. Her mind raced with fear, anticipation and arousal. She had never felt so utterly exposed, so totally naked, so vulnerable. As her hands clasped together behind her head she felt the knot in the silk blindfold her sister had placed on her, strangely she found it reassuring. A reminder that Samantha had flourished in her chosen life of servitude and was now guiding her to the same life. The cool air in the room threatened to put goosebumps on her skin, and helped helped to harden her already aroused nipples. She heard leather creak followed by soft footfalls circling her. She could almost feel Master's eyes upon her naked flesh, inspecting her, judging her, lusting for her.

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James sat on the play couch with drink in hand trying to think up a script for the upcoming initiation. Samantha said she wanted it to be, "Kinda formal with like questions an' stuff. You know." He was cool with it, but didn't want it to be too theatrical, but he figured it would be kinda corny either way. It took him a little while but he finally had it, then Sam walked into the room and he forgot every damn word of it.

She stepped off the stairs looking like a goddess no runway model could ever hope to hold a candle to. Victoria herself, with all her secrets, couldn't have picked a better ensemble to glorify her curves. Her makeup perfectly accentuated her feature, her beautiful blue eyes seemed to pierce directly into his soul.

"Sir, allow me to present Slave." Her words snapped him out of his stupor but did nothing to help his recollection of his lines. 'Time to improvise Marine' he said to himself as he stood and began his inspection of Lynette.

Having seen her nearly every day of the past month in a bikini, there wasn't a whole lot new to him, unfortunately. Though he was pleasantly surprised by how much darker her areola were compared to Sam's and her nipples we're not quite as thick. She had begun filling out nicely though, her triple D's were surprisingly firm, he thought the bathing suit had been holding them up but no, she just had great tits like her sister. Her ass didn't seem to sag as much which was a major bonus for him.

"Drop your hands slave," he commanded. His voice stern and dismissive, caused her to tremble as she followed his order.

Standing behind her he bent over and grabbed her ponytail and lifted it to his nose, inhaling the clean scent of her hair.

His hands dropped to her shoulders and then down to her breasts, gave them a gentle squeeze, before taking her nipples between his finger squeezing and twisting them playfully. Dragging his finger lightly across her chest he moved his hands up wrapped them around her throat, slowly increasing the pressure on her carotid arteries, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. He released her just as she started to sway from her world going dark. He walked around to the front of her and took the leash from Slut and pulled up on it causing her head to snap backwards from the force. "Stand and put your hands back where they belong," he said with a deep growl. Their height difference made it easy for him to keep the leash uncomfortably taut above her head.

No sooner had she clasped her hand before her right breast became searing hot from a hard slap, when his hand came down equally hard on her left, she reflexively pulled her arms down to protect herself. "Slut, get me a rope," he coolly said and dropped the leash. Moments later she heard the clicking heals return to her side. "Slave, drop your hands and turn around," Master ordered her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them together behind her back. "Interlace your fingers," he said pulling tightly on her wrists. He started binding her wrists and forearms as soon as she did as told. Once bound he spun her around and rubbed that delicious little curve just above her thighs, that swollen hint of a belly. He slowly walked his finger down to her soaking wet cleft, and deftly found her clitoris. As he played with her clit and labia, she was unable to keep from moaning and grinding her pussy against his hand.

When he felt she was sufficiently wet he inserted two fingers into her snatch and curled his fingers to stimulate her G-spot. "What do you think Slut, is she a squirter too?" he asked.

"I hope so sir," Slut answered, her voice deep and sultry.

"Bring me some clamps, Slut," he quietly said. His fingers found there mark and cries of ecstasy escaped Slave's mouth. Slave had made a wet mess of the floor before Slut returned.

"It appears we have our answer, sir," Slut said her jealousy barely veiled. He brought her to two more orgasms ground soaking orgasms

"Put them on her while I prepare," he said and walked away.

Slut stared at her sister, her knees were so weak she could barely stand, her pendulous breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Slut thought to argue about his last order but when she turned she saw him at the table of toys and thought better of it. I mean it wasn't like she'd never grabbed a tit while on stage. Besides, this was Slave not Lynette and she was Slut not Samantha.

In the aftermath of her massive orgasms, Slave was only partially aware of what was going on. The blindfold literally kept her in the dark. A soft hand grabbed her breast and pulled it up by the areola. Brain registered a cold metallic touch against her nipple a split second before the clamp closed down. Her spine rolled at the pleasure/pain of the clamp. Her pussy begged for more attention. Hands on her other breast and the cold steel clamp closed, again her spine writhed and pussy ached even more. She had never felt such need for a hard cock.

"Now give me your hand," the sound of his voice indicating he was very close to her. It was obvious he was speaking to Sam. "Hold these," he said. She could hear the soft clinking of metal on metal.

Suddenly the blindfold was ripped from from her face, the light temporarily blinding her. In front of her was the chiseled chest of Master. She dared look him and was met with a cold hard stare. "On your knees," he ordered her. Her knees came down one at a time into the puddle of her juices. Her face inches from the huge bulge in his pants.

"Slave do you come here of your own free will?" James bellowed.

"Yes Master"

"Slave do you swear to give yourself to me entirely, existing for my pleasure?"

"Yes Master"

"Slave do you forsake your will for mine? Will you follow my every command to the best of your ability?"

"Yes Master"

"Slave do you understand your place in this family?"

"Yes Master" she answered without thinking, and he knew it and squatted down to face her.

"Explain" His smirk giving a hint she had fucked up.

"My place is to serve Master in all things, to give myself over to his will and forget my own." She answered proudly as a hard smack connected with her right tit.

"There is more, what is it?"

"I don't know Master." She said nervously, anticipating another smack.

"You are Slave. You serve Master and Slut." He said as he smacked her left tit even harder. "Understand You are not equal to Slut. It is because of Slut that you exist here." He hand grabbed her throat restricting the blood flow to her brain again. "Say it!"

"I serve Master and Slut"

His hand released her throat and brought both down hard on her already bright red breasts, quickly returning to grasp her throat. "Who serves Master and Slut?"

"I do," she cried out.

Again her tits paid the price and the choke returned, this time cutting off her breath as well. He bent over and looked her dead in the eye. "Who?"

Finally she understood, "Slave," she barely squeaked out.

He released her, knelt down into the wetness in front of her and gently stroked her hair and face. She felt his warm breath upon her lips before his connected with hers.

"We shall see, Slave" he said, then kissed her again. "Bend over." Lynn struggled to obeyed with her arms tied behind her back, Master assisted her by supporting her shoulders. The nipple clamped tits were the first to make contact with the cold, wet, wood floor, her face followed a second later, the smell of her cum filling her nostrils.

He stood up and told Slut to open her hand. "This one is for you," he said.

Slut stood and presented him the two metal butt plugs and lube he had handed her. He grabbed the larger of the two and told her it was meant for her. He stood staring at her expectantly. It took Samantha a few moments before realizing his intent. She looked at him pleadingly, but was met with a cold stare. "It's not going to insert itself, is it?" The hard edge to his voice left no doubt. Her mind raced, first the nipple clamps, now this? "Remember, your place Slut."

Slut got down on her knees behind her Slave. She had never had such an up close and intimate view of a woman before. Slaves tanned ass up in the air on perfect display. Her inner labia swollen, protruding and still wet from her orgasms. Slowly she reached out and spread her cheeks, fully exposing her puckered up little asshole. The aroma of her sister's excitement adding to the forbidden nature of what she was doing, as she squirted some of the lubricant onto her rosebud. She set down the tube of lube and used the plug to spread it around. Slowly sh began to work the plug in and out of her sphincter until it was properly seated. Slave's arousal increased evident in the copious amount of fluid coating her bare lips. Slut felt curiously drawn to this beautiful, display of womanhood and was about to run her finger through the glistening folds when she felt strong hands grip her own hips.

James had knelt behind Slut as she stuffed the plug into Slave's asshole. He grabbed her hips lifter her butt off her heals. He then spread her cheeks and licked her from clit to asshole. Starting with barely the tip of his tongue and progressing to a full face between her cheeks and his tongue pumping into her ass. Getting her ready for her own plug. He plunged the plug into her pussy, coated it with her juices and then worked it into her ass.

James stood and admired the flesh before him. Both asses beautifully decorated with the plugs. He grabbed them both by the hair and dragged them to the couch, where he left them with their knees on the ground and heads on the cushions. He walked to the table and retrieved a leather flogger and upon returning to the pair of perfectly displayed asses he used a spinning swing to deliver soft playful strokes to Slave's ass cheeks. After he had achieved a nice cherry glow, he moved to Slut's ass and dealt the same punishment. He switched back and forth between them for about 3 minutes or so, the strikes gradually growing stronger. The blows eventually spread out to their thighs and small of there backs. Though he was careful to avoid Slave's bound hands.

"Spread your cunt legs." he commanded. They both quickly complied, their legs touching from the knee down. James changed to a upward spinning strike and began to pepper their pussies with rapid blows of the flogger. "Arch your fucking backs!," he commanded. Within minutes their asses and cunt lips were a beautiful cherry red. Both of them were whimpering, their hips gyrating seeking a cock to fill their needy holes. "Turn over, he ordered them. Slave spun around to find his massive cock just inches from her face. She was hoping he would pierce her lips with it, but he stepped back and started a flogger attack on her tits.

Every blow from the flogger seemed to catch one of the nipple clamps or the other pulling on it and added to the pain of the whip itself. Lynn was in absolute ecstasy, she had never felt played with BDSM. She'd been used, abused, beaten and raped, but this was so different. This willing submission to Master and his inflicting of such sensual pain sparked something so deep, so primal, she truly, willingly, became Slave. When Master moved on to play with Slut, her eyes searched the playroom seeing the table covered dildos, ropes and strange looking devices. Next to it the pillory and on the far side of the room a weird looking swing type thing hanging from the ceiling. Sluts cries brought her back to the situation at hand. She looked over at Slut, the look of lust on her face was like looking in a mirror. Her cherry red breasts begging to be soothed, kissed, suckled, and loved.

Her bisexual lust rearing its head against her will. 'She's yer sister damnit, stop!' She screamed at herself, only to be answered by her lust, 'No she is Slut, You Are Slave.'

Master stepped in front of Slave and pulled her to her knees by her hair and shoved his big beautiful cock into her awaiting mouth. She had never had a cock as big as his in her mouth and

James shifted his attention to Slut. He bent down and slapped her tits before inserting his thick shaft into her awaiting mouth. She was ready for him, having begun to salivate watching Slave get her face fucked. After a few strokes to the back of her throat, he pulled out and lifted her to her feet by her nipples. He let her tits go with a final hard twist causing her to cry out in ecstasy. He grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her still stinging ass onto the couch. He pulled her around so she was lying on her back and her head draped over the armrest. As he lined up his cock to enter her mouth he said, "Slave pay attention."

Slave knelt totally in shock at the bulge that formed in Sluts throat with every thrust. While fucking her face and throat, his hands began their assault on her tits, squeezing them, pinching and twisting her nipple as he drove down her throat. She had never seen anyone fuck a face and throat like it was a pussy. The way that Slut writhed in ecstasy under such harsh treatment excited Slave beyond rational thought. Slut's legs were spread and her juices flowed down her ass crack onto the leather couch. Her beautiful puffy mound and glistening lips called to Slave, the smell of her arousal pushed her over the edge.

Slut felt a warm mouth engulf her labia and a tongue diving into her cunt, simultaneously James drove deep into her throat and held it there. The mouth sucking on her clit, it's tongue rapidly flicking across driving her to orgasm. She felt her self squirt into the face between her legs even as she struggled to breathe. The cock withdrew from her throat just as the world began to spin.

James' mind reeled at the sight of Slave burying her face into Slut's pussy, her sister's pussy. The pure eroticism and taboo nearly caused him to shoot right into Sam's throat. It took him a moment to compose himself and remembered Slut needed to breathe and quickly withdrew. He stood in absolute awe as Slave continued to eat Slut's pussy with wild abandon, Slut's hands grabbing handfuls of Slave's hair, grinding her pussy into her sisters face.

Slut's eyes were closed and she was lost in the seemingly unending orgasm. Her screams testing the limits of the soundproofing. When she became to sensitive to continue she begged the assailant to stop. Only to look down and see her sister smiling up at her, her face covered in Slut juice.

Slave heard Slut pleading her to stop, she gave her one final lick from her bejeweled asshole to the peak of her mons. As Slut looked down at her, Slave smiled, proud of a job well done. Then reality set in and both girls jumped back from each other in utter disbelief.

"WOW!"James said, "That was hot as fuck!"

The sisters just stared at each other, not knowing what to say. James moved behind Lynn and began to untie her arms as Lynn finally found her voice, "Sam, I'm...."

She was sharply cut off by Samantha, "Slave did master tell you to eat Slut's pussy?"

"No ma'am." Slave answered meekly.

"Then I guess yur willin' to pay the price." Slut said as she looked James coldly in the eye.

James took the hint and pulled slave up by her hair and dragged her to the pillory. Even though it was custom made for Slut, Slave fit it pretty well. Once Slave was locked in place, Slut made her way over to the toy table and grabbed the wand and straps. "Will Master be wanting these?" She asked.

"You read my mind Slut." James decided it best to let this play out. He placed the head of the device in Slaves slit mashed up against her clitoral hood and hugged by her juicy lips and mons.

He turned it on the low setting just as Slut handed him the riding crop.

"Is there anything else Master needs?" She said and gave him a passionate kiss.

"Maybe you should tell slave why she's being punished." James suggested.

"Yes sir. It is my fault she broke the rules after all." Slut-Samantha answered.

James started peppering slaves ass and inner thighs with light slaps of the crop, her tender flesh already bright red from the flogging. Slut circled Slave, gently caressing her back and shoulders. Then bent down and pulled down hard on Slaves nipples, elongating her already sagging breasts. Before she began,

"Rule number one, Slave. Only master may initiate touching."

James delivered a good smack with the crop as it to punctuate her statement.

"Rule number two, Slave. Only Master decides when Slut or Slave have had enough."

Another sharp smack on the ass with the crop.

"Rule number three, Slave. Only Master or a Safe-word stops playtime."

Again the crack of the crop sounded throughout the playroom.

"Rule number four, Slave. Orgasm are only allowed when master says."

James delivered the next slap against Slaves mons to cement rule number four into Slaves brain, before she thought of coming on the Magic Wand.

"Rule number five, Slave. ... " her mind ran blank and she looked to James for help.

James bellowed, "Rule number five, Slave. Anger has no place in the playroom. The playroom is for fulfilling needs and desires...."

He began to gently caress her ass as he spoke, and with his eyes directed Slut to stand in front of Slave.

"... and having fun with someone we trust and love."

As he finished he turned the wand on high and watched her squirm in the restraints. He softly caressed her ass and delivered a couple solid smacks to each cheek. He repeated this a few times before he leaned up on her torso, reached underneath her and roughly grabbed fistful of her tits, squeezing them hard, and said, "You may cum Slave."

Lynn had never experienced anything like the vibrations of the Wand. On high speed there was no way she could have hoped to hold back long. As she cried out in her crashing orgasm, Slut raised her head in her hands and kissed her with a passion sister's aren't meant to share. Her orgasms were coming non-stop. The Wand's relentless vibrations, James' hands squeezing her tits and her sisters tongue in her mouth were driving her to orgasmic heights she'd never dreamed possible.

After an eternity and a stream of orgasms coming one after another so quickly she couldn't tell where one ended before another began. She was reaching physical exhaustion. James saw the signs and mercifully turned off the machine and placed it and the straps on the table. Slut's tongue wrestling has turned to soft loving pecks, as she assisted James in removing Slave from the Pillory and carrying her to the couch. James went to the small refrigerator and returned with three bottles of water.

After a few minutes of recovery, and two bottles of water, Lynn looked to Sam in embarrassment, "Sam, please let me 'splain."

Sam replied, "Sweetheart yer my sister. I love you. You ain't gotta 'splain shit."

"Yes I do, fer me, I do." Lynette went on to talk about her molestation by the husband and wife foster parents. How they both used her as a virtual sex slave. Then she began to recount her time in prison. About the rapes, being pimped out and finally sold to the highest bidder to be bunk slut. At times her stories were extremely graphic, and totally heartbreaking for both Sam and James.

By time she was done telling her tale she was sitting on Sam's lap being held, while Sam sat in James' lap. He held them both and Lynn was finally able to cry it all out. Eventually Lynn passed out, thoroughly exhausted. James extricated himself from under them and carried Lynn following Sam up the stairs. When they reached the master suite Sam stripped and James laid Lynn in the middle of the king sized bed. Than he and Sam lay on either side of Lynn and fell asleep.

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James was up before dawn, having his usual coffee and solitude when he heard footsteps approaching, he turned noticed Sam with cup of coffee in hand walking his way. "Good morning, lover." He said, "How'd you sleep?"

"Not good. Nightmares." She replied.

"About the shit Lynnette went through?"

"Ya" she paused for a minute thinking, "That was some seriously fucked up shit."

"She survived it, she's a tough girl."

"No, this isn't the same Lynn. Them bitches broke her."

"Well maybe we can heal her." James said hoping to elevate the conversation a bit.

"I don't know James. Me and Lynn are pretty fucked up. I don't think there's no healing us."

Believing she spoke truth, James stayed quiet and just let her talk.

"I jus' hope Maddy and Cindy can heal and have a normal life."

He was about to speak, when she perked up and looked him dead in the eye. "That's what yer doin' ain't ya? Yer giving our girls a chance at a normal life and keepin' me and Lynn from destroying ourselves an' bringing the girls down with us."

James didn't know how to answer.

"You really are a good man James McGovern."