Coupled with his self consciousness about the ugly scar across his face which sometimes made him the butt of cruel jokes at school, it was enough to c...use lack of respect and ridicule to turn to abject hatred.While slowing for a stop light, she wondered what might have been if she hadn't been so despondent that day after saying good bye to Kevin. What if, instead of going directly to her bedroom and crying until Kyle arrived home from school, she had remembered what lay in the bathroom. A called a halt for the afternoon. She knew she had a long time before her mother could arrive to pick her up, so she didn't put her instrument away with the rest. She cradled her viola and picked at the rhythm, trying to copy what she heard and make sense of it."Gertrude?" She looked up at Mr. A. "I have to lock the band room." All right Mr. A. Just trying to figure this out." I know it's new to you. Try to remember it was new to all of us, at one time."She nodded, and put her instrument away,. "You going to behave or do I have to get rough?" I said to her. I pushed my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy hard. She winced and gasped, and croaked "Yes." Spread your fucking legs, bitch," I ordered. Lucy shuffled her feet apart and stood there shaking, naked, helpless, defenceless. I looked her up and down, she was slim but had a nice pair of tits, and a nice rounded bum. She looked like she was just out of high school.I drew my hand back and slapped her hard between her legs. She. Though he still couldn’t move, he could see that the contents of his backpack had been rifled through. The hum continued, boring into his brain, and he groaned. His mouth opened, letting the sound out, which was at least a little progress. Must be dreaming, he thought while fighting the alarming paralysis. I’ll wake up, or it will go some other weird direction any second now. As he continued the mental struggle, a new sensation struck. It was as if someone was watching him – or rather several.