Glory (Book 1) by Michael McManamon Page B

first, Shelly looked like she wanted to argue, but she closed her mouth and nodded.
    "Let's go pack up your things," Adam said. "We won't leave tonight. It'll probably start getting dark soon, so we're better off waiting for the morning."
    Shelly made to turn away. As she did, Adam put his hand on her shoulder. She wasn't surprised by his touch, nor was she afraid of it. She turned back to face him.
    "I'm sorry about your parents," he said.
    "Charlie and Olivia," Shelly said. "Those were their names."
    Adam nodded his head and led Shelly into her bedroom to pack.

Chapter 4
    Sam left the room, furious.
    Who the fuck was that punk to tell him to get out!? He was only trying to have a little fun.
    Sam thought of the girl - Shell y . Sure, she was a little bit young . But what the fuck ? You couldn't be choosey in these times. He was surprised to have seen her in the first place.
    Since yesterday, he had been wandering around the city, scavenging. Looking for anything valuable. You never knew when it was going to come in handy.
    It was risky, though. He needed to keep clear of thos e thing s , whatever the fuck they were. They kept running around, attacking anything they saw. Even themselves!
    But that girl...
    He had been going through a car on the other side of the street. The window had been smashed, so it had been pretty easy to get into. He hadn't seen any of those things wandering around, either.
    Then he had seen the girl. She had been looking at him from her window. Had looked so pretty up there. And when he had waved at her, she had smiled back.
    Such a beautiful smile!
    Sure, she had been a little young. And maybe before he wouldn't have done it. He used to have a daughter the same age. He wouldn't think of touching her. Well, that wasn't true. He thought of touching her. He often wondered what it'd be like in his daughter's pants, in between her legs. But he'd never let himself actually do it. If anyone ever found out that he had fucked his daughter, it would have ruined his life!
    That didn't matter anymore, did it? Anything went nowadays.
    And what was to say that the girl hadn't been going to like it?
    Yeah, sure. It would have hurt. She would have bled. She would have cried. But, after a few more times, she might've liked it. It was possible.
    And now that stupid fuck came up and ruined the whole thing!
    Sam wanted to march back into the room and beat the fuck out of him. He even stopped a few times before he walked down the stairway. The guy didn't look so tough.
    Then again, you never knew. He might've been trained in that ninja-shit. Could've done some kind of chop to good ol' Sam. Fucked up his face or something. And that wouldn't have been good. Especially if the guy didn't stop with his face. He could've broken his arms or legs. Then what would good ol' Sam have done?
    Plus, he had that knife . That fuckin' knife!
    Shit, it just wasn't fair. Shelly was beautiful. Sam needed someone to spend his nights with. Why shouldn't it have been with her?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah - she was a little young, but who was going to judge him? He hadn't seen anyone, aside from her ( and now that fuckin' prick ! ) for the past couple of days.
    Sam took a deep breath. He thought again of Shelly, of how she looked. Her long black hair. Her round cheeks. Her small eyes. She didn't have much of a body on her at the moment, but he knew that she would one day. He could see her breasts beginning to grow, her hips starting to curve.
    If only that stupid fuck hadn't shown u p .
    Sam got to the bottom of the stairs and wanted to march back up them. He wanted to show that little dick who was boss. He wanted to bash the fuck out of his face. That would show Shelly who the real man was. She'd probably eve n wan t to fuck him after that . Who wouldn't?
    Sam looked down at his arms. He tried to flex them. He wasn't necessarily a big guy, but he wasn't all that small, either. He probably could have taken that young ass prick.
    But if he