" She smiled. I jumped in into the passenger seat and off we went. I could not believe Janet talked to me. Watching her change the gears and push the ...lutch again got me all hard and turned on. We were back at her house in no time. Janet invited me in and I thought I was hiding my boner pretty well but would soon learn I did not. Janet made me a drink and brought it to me and she handed it to me but her other hand rubbed across my aching cock and I knew I was busted. "How old are you Chad?" I. “HA! That was so fucking easy!” she shouted. “Shit! I didn’t think you were gonna fucking punch me!”I gasped. “Too bad pussy, now say “mercy” or I’ll do it again.” I was in a state of shock. This was not at all what Ihad expected out of this. And the bitch had called me apussy. I began to get mad through the pain. I told herthat I would not be saying “mercy” any time soon. “Ok, just remember that you asked for. ‘Samantha says you should have sang for her,’ he told me. They never proved that Samantha knew exactly what the three were going to do. She admitted egging them on when they told her they wanted to get even for my stealing the football star’s girl. I struggled as they lay my hand down on a garbage can. ‘Let’s see you play now, asshole!’ the ex taunted gleefully as he raised the hammer. It came down in slow motion. Inch by inch, I watched its path until the pain lanced through my heart. They. Each exhibited more energy than can be contained without drugs. Both wore very short, pleated skirts and tennis shoes with ankle socks. Both subscribed to the current fashion trend of not wearing panties for most of the month. When asked why they wore tennies instead of fashionable flip-flops they both agreed that you just couldn't flounce and kick up your heels as comfortably or energetically in flip-flops. Above the waist, Sara had brown hair with blonde highlights and swirling black and gold.