There isn't one day I haven't thought about your safety. What made you think I didn't?" he put his arms around my waist. "Well...I...we never talk an...more. You were so wrapped up in your relationship, i thought you didn't care." I bit my lip and stared at the ground. "When you came to school and i watched him hit you and I saw you crying, I wished I was right beside you, holding you and telling you that i was going to make things better. I love you too much to have you gone." and with that he. I stood in the middle of the bath- room with my cock looking like a flagpole. She told me it was time for bed. She took me by the hand and led me to my room and tucked me in bed. She asked me if I wanted to hear a bedtime story. I was up for anything at this point and eagerly said, “oh yes Mommy, tell me a story.” My “mommy” began telling me a story about a little girl with an ice cream cone. I have no idea what the hell she was talking about, but she slid her hands. It was about a minute or so later when a knock rang out, and a familiarface walked through the door. The 45 year old store owner smiled asJessica tried to cover her nakedness. Shaking his head, he spoke..."So, you just couldn't help yourself again? That is fine. You havealready proven yourself to be a willing, fuckable slut. You have,however, now condemned yourself to this life. No, no, not this body, butthe life you are living. Changes here will happen to your real body, andyou will forever be. I had a new part-time job and there was no pressure about keeping up with rent, but I still did help my dad out with the bills. The only downside was that my dad’s house was so damned small. I let Bethany have the spare room to herself, and slept on the couch every night. My dad and I had considered moving into a bigger house on many occasions, but we still were not financially secure enough for a move.We had been living with my dad for a couple months before winter started to approach. Dad had.