Christ, here it comes," he roared. Suddenly his arms stiffened, palms flat against the mattress and his back arched, so that he was bent like a bow, h...s agonized face glaring up at the ceiling in unrestrained lust."No, no, no," Angela sobbed, struggling on her belly beneath him, but she knew it was no use. The first hot gush of his semen jetted up into her needing cuntal depths, but filled her with a frustrated hunger rather than the completion she so sought. Again and again that obscenely. " And?" I said I'd think about it. The way she spelled it out freaked me out a little." Like how she wants you to play Pygmalion?" You know you classics, I see." No, just George Bernard Shaw. Her situation doesn't really fit the mythical version.'"Though one could argue about the heart of stone-" Alex!" Okay, I'll stop being mean. heaven knows I'd hate for you to start poking me again." Is that an invitation?" Don't even think about it."Which meant that three seconds later, we were wrestling on. At the cash register her dad peeled the money off a large roll of cash. He’d been serious about making her into a slut. After they had paid, he picked a pink lace cut out bra and matching crotchless panties and took her back to the dressing rooms. Put these on. This is what you’ll be wearing the rest of the day.”But people will see my nipples.”“Yeah. And that’s what sluts are about. They like being noticed. And you dressed to be noticed today.” She stripped again, and her dad held his hand out. I'd findout later that she wanted to speak to Fred before leaving us alone withhim. Our conversation wound down and we said goodnight.I looked over the missed messages on my cell phone. I was wondering ifSam had tried to call me on it. Had I even given him my number? I thoughtI had, but I wasn't sure. There was just too much going on in my lifethese days. I laughed aloud at the thought of a September schoolassignment: "How I spent my summer vacation," by Joan Johnson. The onlythree calls I'd.