I want to fuck you." The picture faded up, with her - Stacy - clearly visible in the centre of the room, looking over at some unidentifiable person on...the bed. "Please," she repeated. "Please let me fuck you. I want to... I really do. I'm sorry I was mean to you before. Please let me fuck you?"It was at this point that Stacy tried to jump up off the couch, but Sharon had been expecting it, and her encircling arm held the panicking girl down. Gary moved over as if to help his girlfriend, but. 'Good?' said Jack, when she'd finished, flashing his best grin despite the girl being nothing to write home about.The girl smiled bashfully, probably unaccustomed to guys chatting her up. She wasn't a horror show or anything but was certainly no oil painting; rather plain, in truth, and with a figure that, although camouflaged by the loose kaftan affair she was wearing, was discernibly ... well let's just say she could do with going easy on the burgers. 'What's your name?' I asked her. 'It's. Wesley is a very nice man and he is very gentle and will take his time. Just allow him to make the first move and just go with the flow and you'll be fine."Now I was positive that Wesley had paid to fuck me. I was going to cheat on my husband with a stranger. I was going to fuck a man for money. A whore, a prostitute, is that what I was about to become? I was almost ready to cut and run. Fuck the money, the adoption would have to wait. I sat and stared at the bathroom door.My mind drifted back. I decided I might as well get it all out in the open. I detailed how I had been hiding myself at school and been found out. Then I went into the details of the attack by Stacy, the resulting lack of action by the school, and then the fight with Trisha. By the end of it I was a little teary. Going over the events brought back the fear and anger associated with them.Gwen came over and hugged me close. "Mrs Thomas warned me you might get bullied, but I had no idea they were so powerless to do.