It was my failsafe.”Brock laughed out loud. Merie’s face was still flushed but her breathing had returned to normal.“I tell you that only becaus... I’m going to take them off now,” she said as she reached under her blouse and removed her bra in the way that must be taught to all girls at some secret ceremony around their 12th birthday. Seconds later her hands went under her skirt and her Pretty, Pretty Princess panties were nestled at her feet.“Here are the rules,” she said breathlessly. “No more. Even with my ambidextrous feet and juggling, I doubted I was cool enough yet to score with any of the girls in my class.One of the very first things I did in class was repeat an experiment I'd failed at a while ago. I put two open books side by side, and asked #3 to read the left book with the left eye and #4 to read the right book with the right eye.And they could! It was as easy for them as reading had ever been. They even each controlled the hand on the same side as 'their' eye to turn the. Every footstep that Mary took filled her heart with more joy and felt a warm glow engulfing her body when she saw Brad. She listened to him talk as she followed him into the woods and was too naive to see the danger in it. He was majoring in business with a minor in art. Brad talked about how their parents were wrong about their rules, and nothing bad will happen by breaking them. He went on to explain that only kids follow their parents' rules, and adults make their own. The more she listened. Then the dominate muscle man started working over his body, his massive muscles started breaking down from the big fist onslaught. Body bruising was evident now, more blood, more bruising, more and more. His shoulders, chest, and biceps were torn up so bad from the big powerful fist pounding on him that he could not raise his arms anymore, let alone try to punch back. Now the dominate muscleman could do what he wanted. Then he seemed to hold back. He could knock out or kill the defenseless.