Mary and Wanda grabbed Greg to try to pull him off of their husbands before he hurt them any further."Greg, stop," I yelled, once I came to my senses....I should kill both of those bastards," he said. Then he looked at me.Mary ran to call an ambulance. Wanda came over to try and calm Greg down with me. I should have realized then that she didn't seem overly concerned with what Greg had done to her husband. She was more concerned with Greg, than with Danny's obviously broken nose and other. Both were fine. I kept the same blank expression on by face, all day, trying to ignore all the hype about the "new chick" and the little whispers of "foster child" or "bad egg" or whatever the hell else the local neighborhood sluts liked to gossip about. The social workers convinced me that I needed to take charge! Have responsibility! So I got a job at a coffee place down the street from school. I hated every minute of it. I have no idea why they hired a juvenile delinquent like me. But it. He punished when necessary, and mostly the girls accepted that. Even Sarah had got used to the idea that spanking was not too demeaning. Sometimes he would spank them in the privacy of the bedroom, that inevitably moved over into sex – which was delightfully uncomfortable for the girl if her bottom was red; delightful, that is, for Martin as the girl squirmed against the stinging as his body bounced off her. Actually, they all found it was quite nice, they liked the dominance occasionally.Other. "Get a man's hopes up and then crush them like a bug." I threw in another joke."Unless you want to." Mila said looking down at the floor as we walked, her hand still in mine. I felt my heart start to beat faster, my throat dry up and my palms get a little sweaty at the thought that Mila Kunis is asking me if I wanted to have sex with her."Errr... What.... What do you mean?" I asked, stuttering a little, wanting clarification."I think you like me and I know I like you and I'd..." She started to.