’ My voice was barely audible. ‘Its my fault I didn’t fight, or scream, I was just asking for it, I didn’t even say no.’ ‘Did you say yes?...�� ‘No!’ ‘Then its not your fault. He took advantage of you, he knew you weren’t going to scream or yell, he took advantage, he also knew you wouldn’t tell your mom on him.’ ‘What’s the point she wouldn’t believe me.’ ‘Exactly. Its not your fault… He’s scum, word escape me, I cant think of any horrible name that’s horrible enough to call him. You’re going to. And I still wondered what he meant by “if I was good” oh well. I better get used to this thick dildo be in me I guess. About 8pm Brent messaged me “I want a pic NOW!” he demanded. “ok give me a minute to finish the dishes” I told him. “NO NOW!!!!” he commanded “ok ok im going!” I snapped back. “well that just got another hour added to your time slut, now get me that pic, you have 3 minutes or I will add more time” he told me. Fuck, so now instead of the dildo coming out at 8am it would be 9am. Our theatrical talents usually got usinvolved both at school and at church in whatever dramatic productionswere being done. He and I played the speaking angel parts in the churchChristmas pageant for four years running.The day of the infamous permanent was a rainy Friday at the end ofMarch. I was eleven years old. Tommy and I were in sixth grade, MrsFoster's class. It was a day off from school because all the teacherswere attending some sort of teachers conference. Mom surprised me thenight. Es war ein roter Minirock ausDenim. Schon wollte ich protestieren, da erschien mir dasunprofessionell. Ich war ja kein kleines Kind mehr. Wortlos zog ich ihnan, mit meinen Pumps vorsichtig in ihn hinein steigend. DerRei?verschluss an der Seite lie? sich problemlos schlie?en. WenigeMomente sp?ter wurde mir klar, was das bedeutete. Ich hoffte trotzdem,dass nun niemand in das Zimmer kam, w?hrend ich einen Rock und Pumpsanhatte."Sehr gut. Nun sieht das deutlich besser aus. Selbst mit so einem.