I gradually increasedpressure on your nipple, soon reaching the point of drawing blood. You heavedunder me and moaned into the gag and tears began to ...all from your eyes.I carefully slid the knife between theside of your panty and your leg, slicing it away on that side. I then did thesame on the other side, but I left them where they were. I traced my way upyour body with the knife and between your breasts. I caressed you using theknife to scratch the skin, knowing that your fear would make it. The house was on the edge of town, a small ranch-style house that Janie had kept looking very neat and pleasant on the pittance that Hank had allowed her to spend on "bullshit flowers" as he called it. Now, the grass needed mowing and weeds were showing in Janie's flowerbeds.Janie sighed at the run down looking house. It had needed a paint job ever since she and Hank were married. Hank would not hear of it. It was his house before the wedding and Janie had always felt like a visitor, the way. I'm a little bit of a nerd. I'm into computers, movies, and cars, which probably doesn't help on the relationship front, but working out is easier than finding an interest in Football or frat parties.I would like to think I have a bright future ahead of me; an internship turned job, experience, friends, a good family. Going into college, I wasn't sure what I wanted to study, so I chose communications. It combined a love for writing with a love for storytelling and an opportunity for careers. Komori wanted me out and around people in a semi-controlled environment. So she'd decided school was the best option.With my intelligence and learning, the academic part would be a snap.The social aspects would allow me to form a new psyche or personalityor identity to replace the one I'd lost. I'd get a truly intenseeducation in what it meant to be a girl growing up in America as abonus, along with a paper trail that Mrs. Komori didn't have to fake.Real records we could then use to get me.