I continued, “The emotional answer is to decide to go upstairs and fuck like bunnies.”I couldn’t believe I said that word. I couldn’t remember...using it since I was little (and getting in trouble, of course) and most certainly not in “mixed” company. Now she laughed.“Sorry. Perhaps I should have used Birgit’s words, since that’s what she wants us to do apparently - go upstairs and screw each other silly.”She considered this for a moment and said, “I don’t know. Do you think I could talk to. C. ConradJane Kosar waited in the kitchen for her daughter to come down from her bedroom. The knot in her stomach was a testament to the spat she knew was inevitable. At the sound of hard heels descending the steps she turned her chair toward the door leading to the living room.Jane had been attractive once, but the burden of being a single mother and dealing with the constant trouble her daughter seemed to find herself in showed in the deeply etched lines on her face. With a sigh she looked. ”Melissa started playing a new game she was obsessed with called Kurokami on her tablet while Ji was watching her play after declaring the stitches fine. We were letting the arm get some air and sun so I was watching Lavi when she came out. She had worn a skirt today and plopped in my lap facing me.“I missed you,” I said.“I know.” She grinned at me. She kissed me.“I loved you first: but afterwards your love / Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song / As drowned the friendly cooings of my. My shirt, now in shreds hangs from my arms by the sleeves.Dread fills me as I realize what the man is planning to do with me. I start to cry and beg from behind my gag, hoping to gain some sympathy. It doesn't work as he shifts down the bed, gripping my pants in his strong hands. He rips them off with ease, leaving the rags to sit around my ankles.The night air is cold against my bare skin. As I sleep without underwear I am now completely exposed. I feel hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them.