I leave, he’s not budging and walk back to my car confused and now I think I need to find a different person for an illegal gun purchase. I get abou... a block away when a car pulls up and a very angry female detective I’m familiar with rolls her window down. “Get in the car Mr. Donnelly,” she orders and now I’m confused. “Why, I didn’t do anything,” I ask and she glares at me. “You just attempted to buy an illegal firearm, either you come with me or I take you in,” she informs me and now I’m. I drove down, turned around, and drove up through the school across the street. There it was. Parked behind the playground. I stopped my car. I sat there a second. And I realized that they'd actually planned this shit. He knew he was going to park where nobody would see his car and whatever he had planned to do was obviously planned.I kept driving.About a half-hour later, after driving around, I finally headed home. I really wasn't sure what the fuck to think. I wasn't sure if I should be. Kennedy wasn't a prude, but she wasn't experienced either. Sexual thoughts left her profoundly uncomfortable. That hadn't been a problem back when that occurred once a year, when she was ten. It wasn't much more of a problem a year ago when it happened two or three times during the year. But lately it was threatening to become a daily occurrence. It seemed like half the things people said reminded her of sex. She'd had some pretty explicit dreams about sex as well.Why had Harriet said it that. “You are a fucking bitch! How was I to know you wanted me to call you, text you, or email you? All I had was a note from you that stated you hoped there was a next time,” as he brought his hand down on my ass several times. “NO woman slaps me, leaves handprints, without me leaving handprints on her ass!”He grabbed my sundress and flipped it up, exposing my red thong, “Soon your ass is going to be as red as your thong,” Mike said as he began to rain blows down on my ass. I wiggled around on his.