"NO…No please, don't call our parents, please!" He started pressing buttons on the phone. "Please Mr. W., please don't do that. We are sorry, we did...'t mean to…" Didn't mean to get caught, ha-ha, right, I know that one for sure. Skipping school, watching porno movies and playing with yourselves, might be very hard to explain to your parents. I heard what you were saying as well." Please…. don't call our parents." I could see the smile crack across Dad's lips as he pressed hard against his. Reaching into his pocket, Jack drew his wallet and extracted a 20. “Will this convince you to keep talking to me?” He asked without losing his smile. Kelly’s eyes shifted from Jack to the money several times, before she eventually reached out and snatched the bill. Grabbing him by the collar, she pulled him behind the gas station, where they hid from the wind in the small pocket created by the tiny wooden shack around the building’s water heater. She then got down on her knees and began. He returned with another bottle of wine and he drank a glass while watching Bryan fuck me. John ask me if I was thursty? And boy was it I was hot and sweaty and had did things I never thought I would do, and two straingers. Bryan blew another load in my ass and it felt kind of good. We all talk for a few and then John said ready? Ready for what? One more time before we call it a night. I didn’t know what to say. I say okay but you have to be easy with me my ass hurts. He said he would. But I. I turned back and dropped to my knees at Duncan’s side; Cailan did the same, and helped me roll him over to rest against my lap. I wasn’t surprised to see his vacant stare, blood trickling out of his slack mouth, but I had hoped he could have survived. I cried and wrapped my arms around his ruined torso as Cailan pulled the heavy axe out of his wound and dropped it. With shaky hands, I closed the eyes of the man I wished had been my father, then buried my face against his shoulder and broke.