I stopped outside Josh's room one >day and heardsome song that he and Joey were listeningto. The lyrics were as follows:> "Fuckthat bitch and stret...h her gash.> Rape her assand rip that snatch/> If herbrother gives you sass,> Fuck thatfucker in the ass.> Fuck hermother, fuck her dad> Make herpussy hurt real bad.> Fill herbelly with a brat> fuck herbrother where he sat.> Make theirlives fucking obscene> Breed herbefore she turns thirteen> Make herbrother suck your dick> Drink you spooge 'til. Shewas standing, in the middle of the void - or perhaps laying down? It washard to tell, when all was darkness - wearing her too tight white shirtand her trousers. The same thing she'd worn to see her father.If she'd known it would end up like this, she would have worn a dressinstead. Made her father confront the truth, before he killed her.She was dead, though. Wasn't she? What else could she be, when she wastrapped in nothing but inky darkness as far as the eye could see."I'm sorry, Fellosa.. I could really identify with Indiana Jones and his ophidiophobia (I had to look that word up for a report I did about our greatest fear).When school let out for the day, I started the walk home. It was Friday, so I had no rush to get home so I could do my homework and still leave time to do my personal hobbies before I needed to get to bed. And my guild in World of Quest, the online role-playing game, wasn't meeting for a raid until later tonight, so I had some free time. I figured I would take. "Who are you?" He asked as his eyes slid up and down my body."That's my friend." Sarah said trying to get back his attention."Hunh." He said as he grabbed a beer and walked into the living room.Sarah immediately poured another shot, but I passed and just ate these weird cookies I found stashed behind the empty alcohol bottles.I started to notice Sarah was getting too drunk when she leaned over and started to lick up and down my neck. I couldn't help it, I got wet. I had never even thought about.