Have her take all the victims from her class to the gym. Ms. Anderson, you take the ground floor. Ms. Smith, you need to get a list of teachers the po...ice have arrested and then phone the school board to let them know how many teachers are missing and that the school has no leadership.”This stops the gawking about and sends the secretaries into action. Meanwhile, I get on the phone and call Dahlia’s psychologist, Dr. Sleeman.“Good morning. This is the offices of doctors Hamilton, Sleeman and. You save people through connection.”“You mean sex. It’s clearly sex. I’ma Sex Hero. Or Sex Godess? Mmm. With a Batman-style utility belt of… gum.”“Right.”“And you say I’m the weird one? You’re certifiable.”“You love it.” I run a finger down the pink strip of hair between your legs. “Last Stop Bubbles. You know I used to fear endings. Scared to death of them. There’s something absolute about endings ya know? At least, I used to think that as a kid. Let’s be honest. Endings suck. Even the good. Willie held them apart and say the tears from my eyes and said 'take this dick like a man, you ain't no punk ass bitch'. I whimpered and whined with each stroke of his cock, once Willie had gotten balls deep into my anus he started to stroke my butt with passion. By now I was consolable and crying profusely. Willie pulled from my now ruptured anus and standing with one foot on the floor and the other on the sofa he ordered me to 'turn on to your stomach'. I begged him 'no Willie let me go now. It had finally ended last night. It was her 23 birthday and that night her father set out to beat her once again. As he threw the punches he started to fondle her. Callie knew she had to get away, for she knew if she didn’t he was going to rape her. She clawed at her father, which angered him, resulting in her breasts being bruised by his cruel hands. She screamed as her father held her down and bit one of her breasts, though the pain gave her the strength to push him off her and scramble away..